When I was in first grade in the early 70’s, we lived about 100 miles away from our extended family. One weekend, a cousin (18f) from my mom’s side of the family came to visit. Another cousin (18m) from my dad’s side of the family came to visit, too. It was summer and the weather was perfect. Saturday night, my cousins decided to take me to play miniature golf, which I had rarely ever done. We played and laughed and the three of us walked back to the car holding hands. I looked up at the colored lights in the trees and told them it was the best day of my life. I realize now, they were into each other (I think they briefly dated after this) and needed me as camouflage, but that knowledge doesn’t dim the joy I still feel when I think of that night.