The bang of the screen door.
The fine silty sand by the river.
That particular smell of the camp bathroom.
The buzzbuzzbuzz of the cicadas.
The silver shimmer of the metal rowboat.
The stickycold of pulling on a still-wet bathing suit.
Grilled hot dogs with toasty buttered buns.
Vinyl seats in the old green Ford.
The yellowgreen of the trees around the loop where we ride our bikes.
That one dog that was afraid of the water.
The splintery seesaw and old metal swing set by the mountain.
The lap of tiny waves on the lake shore.
Canoeing outoutout and barely getting back.
Peppermint soap for washing hair in the lake.