By Rachel Barduson of AlexandriaI remember one particular “first day of summer” when I had just finished the second or third grade. Of course, the first day of summer was the last day of school. On this particular day I remember that I had decided that it would be the summer that I would start digging a hole to China. You know, where all of the starving children were.You see, any time I was stubborn about not cleaning my plate at the dinner tabl…
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