A Bumpy Road
I woke up to a pounding on my door. “Wake up Matty”, my mother yelled out. “We’re leaving in 10 minutes, and if you’re not ready there’s going to be hell to pay.” An empty threat that I knew my pushover mom would never follow through on. None the less, I really did need to get out of bed. My dad wouldn’t be quite so forgiving if I didn’t. It was a warm, sticky, summer morning. The sun was peeking in through my blinds, as if to remind me that I had slept in much too late. It was the first Saturday of summer vacation after finishing my junior year of high school. A glorious day that should have been rewarded by sleeping in late, relaxing in the comfort of my bed, and maybe even …