Alaska

When I was seventeen, the summer in between my junior and senior year of high school, which was the year 1990, I took a teen tour to Alaska. I didn’t mean to take a teen tour to Alaska. It happened because my mom’s very close friend’s daughter, Polly, decided she wanted to do a volunteer work summer trip, not to St. Lucia, or the Dominican Republic, but rather to Alaska. Minto, Alaska, to be exact. I could not even justify or remember in any sensible way why I decided to…