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 …
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…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.