Summer from Hell
The summer after I turned ten was the hardest summer I’ve ever known. ... But, instead of giving me a swat, he gave me something much worse: a summer from Hell. My whole class was excited about the entire summer of swimming, fishing, camping, sleeping etc. I, on the other hand, was dreading the first day of the summer. ... The first day of summer, I was in trouble all the time. ... Towards the latter part of the summer, I began learning each tool. ... Towards the end of the summer, my dad and I were inseparable. ... At the beginning of the summer, I thought I would be ready for summer to end. ... My relationship with my dad continues to be strong, because of that summer. Without that “summer from Hell,” my character would be much different, and I would not be the strong individual that my parents have molded me into.