Today would of been my cousin's birthday. She was only 2 years younger than me. When we were young, I definitely felt years older. As you age, those 2 years don't mean anything. This is the place that I associate the most with her - the cottage, her cottage. My parents would drive up for a day and then leave me there for the week at the lake. We would chase the departing car down the grass driveway in our bare feet. You could feel the coolness on your skin. When the grass became stone, our run would end and this became our world.
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