Day five: A picture of someplace you've been
Paris!
I went with my mom the summer before 8th grade. My parents had just gotten their divorce so we were in such a messy situation. My mom and I had 11 days alone and I remember it being such a great escape for both of us (despite the fact that I may have locked myself in the bathroom and fell asleep after one of our fights. I was 12 and a hormonal teenager.)
I ate shrimp (with eyes starting straight back at me) without complaint. I was offered wine at a restaurant. We got to see a van selling weed at the music festival that was going on. We got lost on the Metro. We cried.
But most of all...we bonded.
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