I distinctly remember lying on my back in Central Park at 8 years old crying my eyes out because my parents refused to buy me a dog. I thought that this was the cruelest life would ever get and that nothing could match that current level of misery. I was wrong as most 8 year olds are, of course. I had far more horrific let downs and surprises happen to me since that cloudy Sunday morning. But I never cried as ferociously as that ever again. Perhaps I adjusted, or my expectations for life did, but either way I decided even when I was old enough to buy my own things, I would never get a dog.
YOU ARE READING
Learning Self Interest
Teen FictionGemma and her mom move across the country for her mom's job as a Middle School teacher and for a chance for both of them to hopefully finally start their lives over after tragically losing Gemma's father 3 years ago. Gemma is a typical teen; passio...
