![]() ![]() We left home-Briar Hills, just north of Detroit-early enough to get us there by midafternoon of a hot, sunny day. ![]() I’d missed seeing everybody at the lake, though, and I couldn’t wait to make up for lost time. He extended the outing to include two weeks of vacation time, and we’d had a wonderful month on breathtaking beaches and going to luaus and scuba diving in perfect weather and water far clearer than Crystal Lake ever was. We had missed going to Crystal Lake the previous year, the way we’d done every summer as far back as I could remember, because Dad had a business trip to Hawaii and he wanted us to go with him. I had no hint that by the end of summer, nothing would ever be the same again. I had no idea what forces of change would reshape my life. I expected that summer to be special, because I was fourteen-to be fifteen in December-and maybe this year I’d be considered one of the “big kids” I’d always envied. ![]()
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