Summer time brings back a flood of memories; most of them involve a great story, either the actual experience or the exaggerated version that continues to get better each time I tell it. There were days when my cousins and I would swim from 7am until 10pm, only getting out to eat or use the facilities. The hot sun superheated the sidewalk where we used to dry out and deepen our summer tan, obviously unaware of anything involving sun screen or the words ‘skin cancer’. The cherry tree doubled a...