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It finally feels like spring in New York, and warm sunny weather makes me nostalgic. I don’t have one particular favorite childhood memory, but I do have a few that often come to mind in the spring and summer. I have one specific memory of being on vacation in South Carolina when I was about 8 and my parents letting me explore outside by myself at dusk. I found a bunch of tiny crabs near a creek that I played with; then I remember going back to the house and eating a big bowl of chocolate ice cream.

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