We’d gone swimming in the pond, at the town pool, and hiking through the woods. We took Curly along as often as we could, because our parents thought we needed a chaperone. We went frog hunting (successfully, and I had the glorious fun of having one put down my shirt. Ugh.) We went butterfly hunting after that, at my insistence. No luck there though, but it was a great day anyway because we saw a doe and two fawns, and a skunk, and Curly found a hornet’s nest. The doe and fawns ran away from us, and we ran away from the skunk and the hornet’s nest. And now I had only memories, and they had to last me until the next time Cal could come to visit.