The summer you turned 10, the Waffle House parking lot had a crack shaped like Florida. You knew because you'd stared at it waiting for your dad every single weekend.

Card 1 — The Map Every landmark is still in there somewhere. The mall where Orange Julius was a whole personality. The Kroger your mom went to three times a week. The library with the Summer Reading banner that came down in August and made July feel like a countdown.

Card 2 — Waffle House It was never about the food. It was about sitting in a sticky orange booth at 7am, the ceiling fans going, the cook calling orders across the counter. Peachtree Rd. Every suburb had a different one. Yours felt like the only one.

Card 3 — Lisa Frank Folder You organized nothing. Three subjects in one pocket, a permission slip from October still in there in May. But the unicorn was perfect and the dolphin meant something and the rainbow mane was the most serious aesthetic decision you made in 1993.

Card 4 — The Pool, 3pm July You showed up at noon and stayed until they blew the whistle at five. The lifeguard's whistle, the chain-link fence, the oak trees going slightly hazy in the heat. You jumped off the diving board six hundred times. You kept count until you stopped keeping count.

That's the whole summer, actually. Mapped. Accounted for. Still there.

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