You went to The Scoop, which just happened to be owned by my parents. Finding the most life-changing ice cream cone was an easy one. I knew, for instance, where to get the spiciest low-country boil (The Swamp) and the sweetest oysters (Fiddlehead). That’s the little sliver of sand, sea oats, and sno-cones off the coast of Georgia where I’ve lived for my entire sixteen-year existence. Geometry is my sworn enemy.)Īnd I knew just about everything there was to know about Dune Island. I’d just gotten a report card full of A’s. It’s not like I was a complete numbskull. I know how it feels to have a someone.īut the day after my sophomore year ended, I didn’t know anything. There are always fireworks.īut it doesn’t really happen that way. The first time you lay eyes on someone who is going to become someone to you- your someone-you’re supposed to feel the earth shift beneath your feet, right? Sparks will course through your fingertips and there’ll definitely be fireworks.
