We were staying at the red cottage that year. I remember my oldest brother, Glenn, diving off the railing of the deck. I have several fond memories of him. Though. . . He always teased and harassed me. He would sorta beat on me, causing me to whine or cry. Dad would yell at ME ! "Stop the whining, or else!"
Glenn paid a lot of attention to me as we were growing up. I felt special. I always wanted to be just like him, "Little Glenn."
The family took a trip to Vermont. We were on a mission to get a ten speed bike for Glenn. I vaguely remember a local grocery or deli . . . They were recycling bottles, it was a novel idea. I remember wanting a soda. "Not today." That was always dad's response.
Perhaps it was a lovely day, the whole family on a venture . . . I bet it was raining. It was always raining when we went to Vermont . . . Perhaps it was Glenn's birthday . . He had been longing for this bike . . . It was orange with very thin tires.
But something awful happened that night.
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