asking auntie if i could go out front to race my cousins popsicle stick boat Scotty, i shaved mine on the cement you will never beat me. Okay, but if it starts raining, come back inside the rain poured down harder than ever our boats seemed to drift quicker quicker, quicker, toward the sewer. we ran side by side watching our creations bare feet splashing during the storm along the curb was our boats not a care in the world.
