This could have been one of the best summers of my life. We went to Florida for the first time, went to DisneyWorld...and other stuff I can't remember. Then it happened: We moved. Yeah, moved away from the only friends I had, my childhood home (which really wasn't too bad. That house scared the crap outta me) and worst of all, we moved from the girl next door who would eventually grow into a very lovely young woman (Ok, that sounds cheesy, but seriously she is HOT!) In all honesty it wouldn't have been so bad if I was older, but of course my parent's backward thinking figured it was better because I was still young. So we left and moved in with my grandmother two towns over. I'd be starting second grade at a new school in August. It would be the worst 4 years of my life.
