The following was dictated by my sister Gloria while I typed (the only way I knew I’d get a guest entry). Thanks, G!
The Best Thing About Summer:
When I was younger, I used to think it was the ice cream truck, because hearing it in the street made me run to mom, thinking I could weasle some money out of her.
As I grew up, I believed it was because I could skip out of dreaded homework assignments.
Now I’ve gotten older and wiser, and I’ve realized the deeper meaning of what makes summer so great.