Written by Sass
Picture this: A small town in Central Illinois in June. The year is 1992. The house is a 3600 square foot home, with no central air conditioning. There’s a pool out back. I was 16, and had just managed to get my driver’s license at the end of May. The town is one of those quiet, sleepy little towns. There’s only one 4 way stop, one restaurant, a grocery store, a flower shop, bank, and pharmacy. There are schools, but not much else. The majority of my days are spent lounging around the pool with as many friends as possible, without a...