It was funny how the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.
Compared to the boy I had been at the start of summer, the one who refused to leave the house unless it was either on fire, or my mother's firm hand was shoving me...
It was funny how the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.
Compared to the boy I had been at the start of summer, the one who refused to leave the house unless it was either on fire, or my mother's firm hand was shoving me...