Your past will always be part of you, but does it have to define your future? Or can you rewrite your story?I want to explain it all to you. How this happened. How that summer - the summer I was 16 - made me the person I am today.I want to share my memories with you: the happy memories are like sunbursts, sparkling on the sea. But then, like a current dragging me under, there's that summer of 1997.The summer my life exploded.The summer I had to grow up.The summer you came into my life.And so this is the story of you.