Watermelon Cake and Thoughts of Summer

Summer vacation started yesterday.I thought our teacher Mrs. Hall would never let us go.When school had finally ended, my little brother Fred and I raced each other down to the creek. We tossed our books on the riverbank and waded barefoot in the stream. We splashed each other until we fell over laughing, soaking wet. Then, we lay on the bank so the hot afternoon sun would dry our clothes. Dad