Cracks
My story begins a little over 30 years ago. I was just a kid, living with my parents. Life was easy for my family and I. We weren't rich, but because my dad worked so hard, we were able to afford some luxuries, we were able to eat out, you know...the simple things a family does. My family was also very close with my aunts and uncles, so I always had them around the house. It also helped that we all lived on the same street for a while. My cousins and I became very close, we always hung out. It was a great time to be a kid. As my mom became pregnant with my brother, and my dad had gotten to a point in his job where he was making more money, we decided we needed a new home. My dad had purchased the lot next to my grandfather's home, and went to work to build our house. It was a great place, and I have tons of fond memories of it. Except...for this one thing. One year, when I was about 12, my family decided we'd go to the beach for summer vacation. We left our home in ...