It was a magical summer, the kind that many of us experienced when we were very young and remember fondly for the rest of our lives. I spent that summer, as I did most of my childhood summers, with my family in the Rockaways, a beach resort in the outer borough of Queens, in New York City.
It was a full year before my bar mitzvah, so I was spared the burden of preparing for that milestone. Instead, I spent the summer fishing in the company of my friend, Milton.
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