Brent was concentrating on the road out before him, which gave me some time to think about how I would bring up to him the memory I had about the camp my parents sent me to. There was very little that I could really remember about the place. Only that I wanted desperately not to be there. My parents decided they wanted to send me the summer of my junior year of high school. The older I became, the more I tried to pull away from my parent's ideals. It was all about how you looked to others with them, and it didn't matter if you were truly happy. I once caught my mother sobbing, and when I asked her why, she dried her tears and said, "The woman I am misses the woman she was and fears the one she will become. You will understand one day." and that phrase stuck with me. Once I turned sixtee
