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  • The summer of 1976 was the hottest summer of my childhood. A nationwide drought was declared. Households were having to collect water in buckets from standpipes in the street to reduce the amount of water being used. Every news bulletin mentioned the drought and we all watched the weather report hoping for news of the rain that we normally moaned and groaned about. I was 7 years old.
    I guess all the adults must have been very concerned about it all but for us kids it was quite fun. School would close early after lunch before the heat became too much to bear. If we couldn't go home straight away there was the small school swimming pool we were allowed to jump in to cool down.
    I remember the first rain we had when the drought broke. It was a wonderful moment. Me and my little brother danced in the street in our swimming costumes, a celebratory post rain dance.
    I'll never forget the summer of '76.
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