One of my favorite summer memories involves a garbage bag. Classic summer, right? ūüėČ Okay so maybe not. But if you will, picture two¬†large plastic bags on the grass, with a green¬†garden hose coiled nearby. And these two trouble makers problem solvers pursuers of possibility (who did not live near a pool at the time) My sister B and me, Lake Michigan¬† Then add water. Up to our chins. Until we are blowing bubbles across the surface of our non-Olympic… Read more »