I returned safely to my childhood yesterday. Beautiful Bradley Beach. I spent every summer (give or take a couple) since I was probably 3 years old coming out to New Jersey with my mother and brothers. We always crammed into my grandma's house in Bradley Beach and it seemed my entire mother's side of the family would converge on Bradley Beach during our stay there. Go to the beach, grab a slice of pizza (I mean, real pizza), play ball in the streets, ride around on scooters, and, my favorite, wait for the fireflies to come out. We don't have those in Arizona. They were so cool to watch light up, of course as a kid we would watch them glow and then smash them with a Wiffle-Ball bat. But it was a totally different
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