When I was a young boy, I would spend one or two weeks each summer with my cousin, Don (known as Donny back then), and his family in Chattanooga, Tennessee.
After I had stayed with him, he would then usually come home with us and spend one or two weeks with me in Atlanta.
Don was a couple of years older than me but we enjoyed the same things making our time together so enjoyable for each of us. The reasons we enjoyed being with each other during the summers were opposite in nature. Don, you see, came from a big family. He had three older brothers and an older sister and even though they were already out of the house, they all had children of their own who stayed at my aunt and uncle’s house most of the time. And I was an only child with no close relatives living near us. So, he liked to come down to Atlanta to get away from all the noise and activity that was constantly going on at his house, and I enjoyed being with him because of all the noise and activity.