The summer of '28 was a vintag 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.
"Bradbury is an authentic original." -- "Time"