For a ten-year-old boy, what could be better? Waking up late, eating Frosted Flakes, playing baseball, stopping home for lunch, fishing, heading home for supper and watching TV until bedtime.
When you’re ten, you can venture out on your own. You don’t care what you wear or pay much attention to girls. You don’t have a job.
All summer vacations are a blast. But none can match the one when you’re ten.