Summer was great, too bad reliving it is on a timeless basis along with the rest of one’s enjoyment in life. The usual question, from teachers, when you get back to school is almost always “what was your favorite part of your summer vacation?” And when that question always comes up, I always want to say that the entire break was my favorite moment. And why wouldn’t I say that? It’s the only time you get an escape from the hell of the normal workday. Even the moments, where I just sat in my bed and cried, during that time were miles better than crying in public. Of course, I’m not going to leave my recount at just that, especially when a good chunk of my time was spent at your grandma’s beach house in the Florida Keys. I mean, ew Florida, but it was still more enjoyable than being in a Floridian school. The most exciting part was staying up and watching scary movies, which did wake up grandma that one night. Good thing she didn’t care what we were watching on the DVD player, and she just told us to turn down the volume. Hey, don’t tell mom about this, but my truly favorite moments where when I floated over the ocean with my face in the water, just seeing how long I can do it for. I’m worried mom will take that as some sort of method of harming myself, which is why I ask you not to tell her about this.