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We were always there for the end of June, my favorite time of year, when the sun doesn’t set until 9:30 at night and you feel as if you will live forever. On July 4th, there were fireworks at the beach and we would pack a picnic, dig a hole in the sand, build a fire, sings songs — in short experience a night when we felt like a conventional American family.