It was a hot, sunny day in the middle of July. The noontime air was warm and steamy. I was tan and happy. My dad, my two sisters and I were driving through Acadia National Park on Mount Desert Island, in Maine. We stopped and parked at the foot of a mountain. The infamous Bubble Rock rested at its peak. While reading the posted sign we learned how Bubble Rock was formed by glaciers. This …showed first 75 words of 799 total…

…showed last 75 words of 799 total…about myself. When I get that rush from an adventure, nothing else, not even fear crosses my mind. I realized that just because I am having the time of my life does not mean I am not affecting anyone else. Since that incident last summer, I have tried to be more sensitive to others. I still often get carried away when I am having fun. Now I realize that sometimes I need to settle down.