My best memories nearly always centre on school holidays
Things like riding around on bikes with my cousin, my first snog, my first love, my first sexual encounters, staying up all night, getting drunk, running through fields in the early hours, festivals, random brief romances. Ah, the air's thick with it. And it's definitely better in summer than at Christmas.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 14:32, Reply)