It’s August. The kids’ hockey bags, which cover one-third of the living-room rug from September to April, are stashed somewhere in the basement. (When we dig them out in a few weeks, we’ll probably find mold in some of them.) It’s been four months since anyone in our family set foot in a skating rink. Instead, we’ve been frequenting baseball diamonds, turf lacrosse fields, theaters (with stages, not movie screens), the bicycle paths of Cape Cod, the hiking trails of the White Mountains, and the woodsy grounds of our favorite day camp.
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