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Growing up, my classes always finished at the very end of June. We spent most of that last month in the muggy heat of packed classrooms, eagerly awaiting the freedom of summer vacation. Everywhere else, students were approaching the halfway point of theirs.
I always struggled to fill my first weeks of vacation with as many summer activities as I could fit. Watermelon figured prominently into my plans, as did swimming, canoeing and fireworks-watching. But the best part of these weeks was always the strawberries.
