The summers I fell in love
The beach is the same, you're not. One year you love ‘Humor amarillo’ and the next, high school movies where the bad boy dances with the brainiac.
When you're a kid, from one summer to the next, millions of things happen, like on the last day of Carl Sagan's cosmic calendar, which contains no less than the entire history of humanity. Physical changes were recorded in vacation photos; in the marks some parents made on the wall to measure their offspring; in the swimsuit that no longer fit you... The beach was the same, but you weren't. And to observe internal changes, television functioned like a high-precision microscope.
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