It Was A Hot Bright Day Everything Was Burning The Roofs The Shrubs 1 The Asphalt Our Bike Seats Our Skin Our Hair Allison S Father Was Watering The Lawn And Allison And I Rode Our Bikes

It was a hot, bright day. Everything was burning -- the roofs, the shrubs(1), the asphalt, our bike seats, our skin, our hair. Allison's father was watering the lawn, and Allison and I rode our bikes over the soggy grass and through the whirling(2) water that jetted out of the sprinkler(3). I lived on Prospect Street then. I was eight and Allison was ten. We were the only kids on the block, so we were best friends by default. I looked up to Allison, even though I didn't share her interest in Barbies

Le New Girl It was a hot, bright day. C'était une journée chaude et lumineuse. Everything was burning -- the roofs, the shrubs (1) , the asphalt, our bike seats, our skin, our hair. Tout brûlait - les toits, les arbustes (1), l'asphalte, de nos sièges de vélo, notre peau, nos cheveux. Allison's father was watering the lawn, and Allison and I rode our bikes over the soggy grass and through the whirling (2) water that jetted out of the sprinkler (3) . Allison a été le père de l'arrosage de la pelouse