Luvcow posted:

it was the summer of 1972 and i was an 11-year-old girl and a hypochondriac. My dad was an awkward widower who never seemed to understand me, and as a result, constantly ignored me. He worked as a funeral director and we lived at the funeral parlor, which led me to develop an obsession with death as well as disease. i also thought that i had killed my own mother, since she died giving birth to me. I also regularly tended to my invalid grandmother, who suffered from Alzheimer's disease. My uncle Phil, who lived nearby, also stopped by frequently to help out the family.

i was teased by other girls because my best friend, Thomas, was unpopular and a boy. Our summer adventures from first kiss to last farewell introduced me to the world of adolescence.

my summer began well. i befriended Shelley Devoto, the new make-up artist at my dad's funeral parlor, who provided me with some much needed guidance. i was also infatuated with my teacher, Mr. Bixler, and i stole some money from Shelley's trailer to attend a summer writing class that he was teaching.

But before long, things started to fall apart. My dad and Shelley started dating and got engaged, i couldn't bring myself to tell my dad that i had experienced my first menstrual cycle, Thomas died from an allergic reaction to bee stings while looking for my mood ring in the woods, and i found out that Mr. Bixler was engaged to someone else. i was the most sad that Mr. Bixler was engaged and that still haunts me to this day.



my grief, however, managed to mend the rift between me and my dad, i learned that i didn't kill my mom during childbirth (since dad told me that things like mothers dying in childbirth just happen), and by the end of the movie, i had not only managed to deal with my pain and grief, but had also overcome some of my previous issues as well.