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Summer when I was young meant reading books, the neighborhood, helping my mother who was tutoring kids, and my school friends being away. Our vacation always came after Labor Day. My school started a week later than the public ones. It really was the best time to be at the beach, always the same families between 10th Street and 13th. It was quiet. The ocean was warm. The air smelled salty and sweet. You went to sleep and woke up to the sound of ocean waves. We had the beach to ourselves and mornings for fishing and crabbing in the bay.