How is this for the first paragraph of my story about summer love?

It was the middle of July, I had just turned sixteen. Maybe it was because of the intense heat and the hypnotizing glare coming off the clear turquoise waters, or maybe it was just because it was summer and sometimes summer has a way of making extraordinary things happen to ordinary people. Whatever the cause, I hadn’t ever felt that way before and I haven’t felt that way since. Although it was innocent, the underlying pion remained present throughout, and after all these years I still cling to every sweet memory with all my strength.