The Summer Between
by Anne G'Fellers-Mason
When I was eighteen years old, I knew everything there was to know about anything ever in the history of the entire world. I thought I was a genuine, Stephen Hawking-level genius. My entire life stretched ahead of me, Thank God for those ten weeks between high school and college when life took me roughly by the collar, shook me hard, and laughed, “Buckle up, kid, ‘cause you don’t know squat."