"How did the vacation fly so fast?" A question. A question which came from my twelve-year-old brother. I stopped for a moment and thought about it, and it actually made some sense. His phrase wasn't a truth, it was a reality, an opinion which came from a normal person. And according to my new English teacher, we can also call it a subjective. What have we done to feel like these two months flew so fast? If I think about it now, the only things that I remember are happy moments with my cousins and family. There's nothing more precious than to spend a day with them, because we're emotionally attached to each other, we love and care about each other. I had a flashback, and remembered the first week of the vacation, and the day that I received my report card. Believe me when I say that that day wasn't a good one, I felt like a complete loser. But, I went back home and had to face my parents with the ugly truth. I hid the report card in a secret place, a