tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167728042011-04-21T12:12:38.473-07:00Cecilia G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07351854354508478097noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16772804.post-1126804927526379582005-09-15T10:13:00.000-07:002005-09-15T10:54:37.606-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3810/1601/1600/images-31.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3810/1601/400/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3810/1601/1600/images-11.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3810/1601/400/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3810/1601/1600/images-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3810/1601/200/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Memories of drinking lemon gin in teenage Tracy's suburban rec room, running wild through parks at night, swimming in a kidney-shaped backyard pool wearing a black bikini. The suburbs were all wall-to-wall carpet and large TVs, everything that my rumpled home in North London was not.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16772804-112680492752637958?l=lemonginlawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cecilia G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07351854354508478097noreply@blogger.com3