i think back often to those warm summer nights. Laying on the warm wood pier, piering up at the stars, not a single person for miles and miles. The days were so simple, so engrossed in nature.We would run and laugh and plat, it didnt matter if we got dirty or wet or messy. Rain fell like clockwork on the tin roofs…twelve noon every day. We would lay there with full bellies, book in hand, amd listen to the pat patpat of the rain. And the the sun would return and out we would go, untilthe stars and bullfrogs returned to lull us goodnight.