Matthew McConkey | Akateeminen Kirjakauppa

I was 13 years old in the summer of 1992. Things were changing for not only me, but for my three best friends as well. The summer of 1992 was to be our last as a group of best friends. Of course, we had no idea of it at the time. We were too busy trying to capture what summer we had and hide it away forever. We lived more than any kid ever wished to have lived back in '92. And when it was over, the only thing that was left were only memories of a time that will never be again. This is a record of that time from the Boys of Summer.