Dandelion Wine -- Ray Bradbury

<b>The summer of '28 was a vintage season for a growing boy. A summer of green apple trees, mowed lawns, and new sneakers. Of half-burnt firecrackers, of gathering dandelions, of Grandma's belly-busting dinner. It was a summer of sorrows and marvels and gold-fuzzed bees. A magical, timeless summer in the life of a twelve-year-old boy named Douglas Spaulding--remembered forever by the incomparable Ray Bradbury.</b> <p/>The only god living in Green Town, Illinois, that Douglas Spaulding knew of. <p/>The facts about John Huff, aged twelve, are simple and soon stated. <p/>- He could pathfind more trails than any Choctaw or Cherokee since time began. <br>- Could leap from the sky like a chimpanzee from a vine. <br>- Could live underwater two minutes and slide fifty yards downstream. <br>- Could hit baseballs into apple trees, knocking down harvests. <br>- Could jump six-foot orchard walls. <br>- Ran laughing. <br>- Sat easy. <br>- Was not a bully. <br>- Was kind. <br>- Knew the words to all the cowboy songs and would teach you if you asked. <br>- Knew the names of all the wild flowers and when the moon would rise or set and when the tides came in or out. <p/>He was, in fact, the only god living in the whole of Green Town, Illinois, during the twentieth century that Douglas Spaulding knew of. <p/><b>" Ray] Bradbury is an authentic original."--<i>Time</i></b><br><br><b>Author:</b> Ray D. Bradbury<br><b>Publisher:</b> Spectra Books<br><b>Published:</b> 03/01/1985<br><b>Pages:</b> 25