The summer I was 13 was a bad one for me in many ways, since my parents were in the midst of a divorce. The tension and fighting was unbearable, and on several occasions I ended up spending several days and nights at my Aunt JoAnn’s house. (She is my mom’s sister.) It was a relief because I could get away from all the crap going on at home. Aunt JoAnn was great. It was like an oasis. She had a beautiful house on about five acres, with a beautiful swimming pool and tons of woods
