Part one of term paper
It was a sweet-as-molasses, sleepy Sunday afternoon in the middle of July. The heat was especially torrid as I walked in direct sunlight along the road leading to the water's edge. I was cooled by a gentle breeze as I drew closer to the small lapping waves and left the towering house farther behind me. When my grandfather had first moved into ...

Part two of term paper
... cereal at the perfect formica countertop in the huge spotless kitchen or taking a nap on the brand new, sweet smelling leather couch. Although I had learned to feel comfortable in the house, that afternoon I had needed to get out. I craved some fresh air and peace. These family gatherings were then, as they still are for me today, emotionally exhausting. Each member of this close-knit, loving group had an iron will and strong opinions. No one was willing to remain quiet, not even to keep the of ...