I remember mine: A few years back, my friends and I went spelunking and were trapped in a cave in. These blind, flesh-eating humanoids showed up and wanted to party, but we didn’t have any booze and we were running out of oxygen. In a fit of youthful disregard, we threw caution to the wind, or stagnant dead air in our case, and raged until a sink hole depressed and we were able to escape. The streaming freedom of daylight really defined that summer for me.
Not sure what happened to those zombie people. They haven’t call in awhile.
More to the point, visit www.myspace.com/bestsummerofyourlife or write summerattiffany@harpercollins.com to contribute the story of your best summer. And prepare for the release of Summer at Tiffany by Marjorie Hart, coming this April.
