I think this memory is the perfect thing to sum up the last month of summer before school begins. Through Betsy’s memory, I’m remembering the summer I was 13, too. Wanting desperately to be skinny and hoping my classmates would think I looked…better, when I got back to school. Doing magazine quizzes with my best friend, putting lemon juice in my hair and laying in the sun, eating microwave popcorn and pepperoni slices we cooked on a pan in the oven. Oh 13, the agony and the ecstasy!