Kevin Arnold - The Narrator
The next day Winnie and I came home. Back to where we'd started. It was the fourth of July in that little Suburban town. Somehow though, things were different. Our past was here, but our future was somewhere else, and we both knew sooner or later we had to go. It was the last July I ever spent in that town. The next year after graduation I was on my way. So was Paul! He went to Harvard, of course. Study law, he still allergic to everything. As for my father, well, we patched things up. Hey we ...