Summer in Denver

I know that memory is a funny thing. It often gently fogs over the rough corners of the past and sweetly embraces that which was good and fun and worthy of building upon. And, this is how I remember my childhood in Denver. My brother and I would ride our bikes to the public tennis courts for group lessons led by a high schooler or maybe a college student then we would come home and change and ride our bikes to the local public pool for swimming lessons or just to swim. The days were led … [Read more...]