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As my children were growing up, every summer for 12 years we spent a couple of weeks in a cabin on a lake in Maine right at the time of the annual Perseids. It became a tradition at least one night to take some pillows and blankets and to go out on the dock beyond the trees where we could see the sky and watch the wonder of the "falling stars". The kids loved it, and we still talk about those summers with reverence.