I remember one summer I spent with my parents in their summer house, about 20 miles north of the city where we lived. As a matter of fact, I spent all my childhood summers there. The story I am about to tell, however, happened while my parents were away on a week’s journey to visit my uncle.
While my parents were away I was taken care of by a couple of good friends of my parents who had a summer house of their own nearby. The couple had a son, John, who was my own age, and a daughter, Kim, who was two years younger. The three of us got along very well.