Tammy sat in her room with the radio blasting. It was the end of August, and in a few more days she would fly back to school. Her senior year of high school.
"I want candy!" the girl belted out. The song had a good dance beat. Hopefully she would make it onto the dance troupe again this year.
"Tammy?" Her mother knocked at the door. "It's almost dinner time, please join us."
"Fine," she sighed.
"That song sounds familiar," her father said as she came into the dining room. "I think I remember it the summer you were born."