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.