When I was a kid growing up in the Bay Area, the word "summer" conjured endless possibilities: lazy days spent lounging at Lake Anza, bleacher seats at baseball games, massive sundaes at Fenton's.As a working adult now raising a small kid of my own in the Bay Area, the word now prompts a slightly different reaction: namely, "Oh, it's on me to think of stuff to do?"
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