Lindsay Anderson

Lana Lindsay Anderson

Dear Journal, Every summer since I was eleven years old, Mom and I would fly to Orlando, FL from our hometown of Los Angeles, CA, to spend the first Monday-Friday of August to stay with Mom's lifelong best friend, Tara, and her tall, sexy, gorgeous toned, blonde haired son, Talon, at their mansion in the beautiful beach town of Henley Beach, Florida, which is located twenty miles outside of Orlando. Due to the fact that Talon and I found each other annoying, and bickered constant-ly, this trip was something that I have NEVER looked forward to. As you can imagine, before arriving at Aunt Tara and Talon's house, I had my doubts that this week was going to go well, at all. However, once Mom and I got there, my doubts slowly started to fade away, and here are the reasons why:1) When Mom and I arrived at the mansion, Talon greeted me with a big hug, sincere smile, and looked genuinely happy to see me.2) He willingly assisted me in taking my things up to my room. In fact, we stayed there for a few minutes laughing and catching up)3) We talked at lunch, laughed, and had partici-pated in great conver-sation, something that we had NEVER attempted or been able to do before. As I prepare to settle down for a nap, I cannot help but, dare I say it, happy. As you can imagine, my mind is starting to change itself about this vacation, realize that this trip could be cool and good for a change, and finally... there is a good possibility of Talon and me becoming real and genuine friends.-Lana XO