The sea

The worst punishment I endured was in the summer of 1985. I never had intentions of becoming a recalcitrant child; I had good intentions most of the time. Nevertheless, I always found myself in some type of trouble and had to face the wrath of my father. I was eight years old and in constant competition with my sisters and brother. Even though, they were much older than I, it just was not fair the things they got away with. I’ve waited impatiently for months to go to or summer house, even talked my dad into taking my best friend, Ebru, with us. This was going to be the best summer ever. My father warned us as soon as we arrived to our summer house; we were not to leave the pre...