One of my favorite things about California is the weather. I am not a fan of the cold. Some of my favorite childhood memories are those when my brother and I would stay outside until our parents would force us back into the house.
Today is like that. Even though we are shy of the summer seasons, April seems to be hinting at what is still to come.
On days like this my brother and I would race down the streets on our bikes trying to go faster than the other. Our street was not busy, but we knew not to go further than the white fence of the blue house. Screeching to a hault, obeying our limits, we would turn our bikes around and race back to the driveway. Sometimes we could convince my dad to bring out his baseball mit and we would throw the ball around until the sun dipped down and we could no longer see. The warm summer breeze and sweet fragrent flowers would almost make you forget that the day was close to its end.
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