When I think of my childhood summers, I remember lying in the grass, hands behind my head, feeling the blades dig into my fingers. I joked with my friends. None of us wore watches. — Mitch Albom, author
When I think of my childhood summers, I remember lying in the grass, hands behind my head, feeling the blades dig into my fingers. I joked with my friends. None of us wore watches. — Mitch Albom” width=”600″ height=”600″ />
