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08/27 Direct Link
Unlike most kids, I longed for (and celebrated) the end of summer. Being back in school meant I was not around my suffocating, abusive parents, or my equally abusive siblings. While my friends were out playing in the sun, I was a child-slave, patiently waiting for my opportunity to flee my version of Hell.

As an "adult" I enjoy my summers more than before, but I still look forward to the change to cooler temperatures: the crunch of leaves underfoot; the smell of a wood burning fire; the cozy comfort of my favourite sweater fresh out of the dryer - this is my anti-Hell.