It was the summer of dreams.

We lived in a crooked house on a friendly street in a small southeastern Idaho town. It was us and three of our friends who paid the rent, but the door was always open. You never knew who you would find on the couch when you came home from class.

We rode bikes. We baked treats. We took photographs. Sometimes we did homework.

Now we are in three different states and three different time zones.
The house we lived in was converted to College Avenue Playfield #1.

But we still have our cameras.

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