Crème de la crème Photography/Gastronomy/Sociology

When I think of summer, I think of summer in '97.. Every year we'd go away on vacation, but this summer was extra special.. We rented a house by the beach, and our whole family was there with us.. Aunts, uncles, cousins, distant cousins, wannabe cousins, future cousins.. We went to Ilheus for a whole month, 30 days under the sun, and as the days went by, the blacker I got.. In the mornings we, kids, would have our breakfast, go to the beach and plan what we'd do for the rest of the day.. We terrorized the tourists and befriended the locals.. The only thing we ate for lunch was popsicles, crab and grilled cheese (nothing like the American version of grilled cheese.. This was literally, cheese on a grill, better known as queijo coalho.. Way better).. We'd go on horse rides on the beach shore when we had the chance, trips to mangroves when our parents weren't looking, and play 'Guess Who?' when night came.. Life was good.. We were happy.. Nothing could scare us.. Not even the time Bruno, Breno, Duda, Daniel and I almost drowned.. Or the time we got stuck in the middle of this huge mangrove and couldn't get out.. Or the time Daniel had an really bad asthma attack from eating fried mole crabs and almost died.. We were tough kids, soon to be rebelious teenagers, that'll evolve to be scared adults..