One summer. Three months. He could get his shit together, realise this was all a mistake and he wasn't quite 'he,' or he could embrace the time and embarrass himself along the way. He decided to see what happened, and what led to where. He didn't think he was a mistake.

The idea of being sent to a 'straight camp' for the entire summer sounded absurd. Nothing about it made the slightest bit of sense to me. And it looked like any other summer camp; a bunch of uncomfortable-looking teenagers standing with one or both of their parents, people I assumed were in charge talking to them. My parents wouldn't let me say anything as they willingly handed over my information to the stranger in a blue shirt. They promised me I would thank them, told me I would be grateful once the summer was over. I never would have thought for a second that they would have been right, but it turns out, this was exactly what not only I needed, but what everyone involved needed. And I would thank my parents, had they known what they really signed me up for.

What would you do if tales of old stayed true to the original text? Would you like them more than the remade Disney tales? You might find yourself trapped in the whirlwind of folk tales, of the stories that were meant to scare children into listening to their parents. Read to find out! This is a copy of The Grimm Brothers fairy tales. It's just a copyright, really, I hope you enjoy! (A/N: I began this when I was 13 and I had no idea what editing was so some of these are not edited to be very readable, if you find yourself struggling please message me and I will try my best to fix it! I'm 19 now and I major in storytellers art english so I should be able to make it flow nicely!)