The tree's have fully blossomed and look beautiful, the end of a school year excites, the children play in the park, the smell of barbecues lingers in the evening air, music can be heard from all over the valley. The teenage girls and boys spending there hours on the local skate park, girls laying aimlessly on the grassy terrain, hoping to soak up the sun and catch that boy's eye. Boy's skate for hours on end. Then the evening comes, the town comes alive, summer nights spent in the woodland famous for the gathering of the teenagers. Meet at seven, come home early morning just when the sun rises, that picture-perfect moment you so don't want to forget. Sat round the campfire drinking cheap cider, listening to music all night long, those overplayed songs of last summer, kissing boy's from the other schools, smoking things are mothers told us never to smoke, and taking endless photo's to remember this night. Because we never want it to end. A huge rush of euphoria tingles though our bodies, because we never want this night to end, we love summer, we do.
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