Different Ends of the World
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
It was the last day of summer, a sad day for me. I was sitting on a train on my way home from New York, visiting my grandmother. I was enjoying listening to all the new music that had come out while I was gone at camp while wolfing Dow three Krispy Kreme donuts form Penn Station. The summer was over, which was stressful, however, thinking back on it I realized what an incredible experience I had had. I had grown, matured and learned so much, and I could not have felt better prepared to work hard and tackle the year ahead will full force. I saw the beauty of nature swimming deep in the water on the Adriatic sea by the coast of Dubrovnik, I flew over a hundred meters in the air over baby blue rushing rivers, and best of all, I made friendships that will last a lifetime in the cool, clear lakes of Northern Ontario.