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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Well, right here.

All this is mine.

I'll never starve here.

I'm Ray Bradbury.

And this is...

The Long Hot Summers of Childhood

surround me in photos taken along the shores of Lake Michigan.

Looking at them many years ago, I remembered when I built impossible

of sand and discovered that the lake could be a sorrow as well as a joy.

When I finished writing this story at the age of 22, I was in tears and knew

that at last I had become a writer.

Across an ocean and a gulf of time, I returned to the haunts of

childhood and feelings both bitter and sweet.

Though many years had passed, memories remained.

A strange sorrow mingled with happiness when I came back with my new wife to the

country where I was born and raised.

Your grandparents' place?

Your place?

Hmm. That dark ravine that frightened you.

I must see it all.

There's not that much. There is, because it's yours.

The visit was Marguerite's idea.

Her voyage discovery.

We belonged to each other.

And she wanted to know everything about me.

While some memories could be shared, others remained mine alone.

Are those the daisies you painted in summer image?

The very one.

Are those the stained glass windows in St. Agnes C?

Go up and see.

She loved my paintings.

Someone else had admired me as an artist.

Yeah, the same.

And this is where your brother hid at night and jumped out at you.

Even at noon it makes me pray.

Now we're... But that's it.

It can't be it. There must be more.

Nope.

Yeah. Lead on.

The summer when I was ten was a fine summer. A wonderful summer.

A sad summer.

For you see, it was the summer when, for the first time, I fell in love.

A boy of ten.

Yes,

love. And how could that be?

What happened in that particular month on some special day?

That's the most beautiful sandcastle I've ever seen.

It's nothing.

No, it's something.

May I help?

It's all yours, of course. I wouldn't want to spoil it.

You first.

Our World House and the New World House.

Kelly. Darkroom.

Yeah.

I think we deserve a swim.

Don't you?

You'll learn by the end of summer. I'll teach you.

What are you afraid of?

The water. It hates people.

Why would it hate me?

Kelly, time to go.

We'll be here tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.

We'll build a better one.

Together.

You're an artist, Douglas.

Thanks.

But even I can swim.

All through that wonderful summer, we shared the castles.

But the water divided us.

Tally belonged to the lake.

But if she and it were lovers, it remained my enemy.

We've seen everything. Let's go.

Nonsense. It's a lovely place.

Just one look around.

Better.

Like me?

Better than all the women in the world.

I'll be here every summer.

Every single summer.

We're leaving in an hour.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to spoil it.

But look, we'll be here every summer from now on.

Won't we?

I'll be here every summer.

Every single summer.

Wait here.

Just a moment, please.

What are you afraid of?

Tell me.

Tell me.

Telly!

Dark, time to come home.

No, no.

Punish, punish.

Nearly done.

Then she's got to come in.

Okay.

Can you build her?

If I finish it, will you come?

We'll build a better one.

Together.

Hmm.

Can't be.

Just can't be.

What?

No one's drowned here in years. I mean, no kids, no boys, no girls.

What's she doing here?

I'll be here every summer.

Every single summer.

For that matter, no little guilt has drowned here for 15 or 16... 25 years.

Yes.

The body won't last that long in the water.