When I was younger I was always eager for summer to end. I was ready for the cold weather that would come after but that all changed the summer of my freshman year in high school. A local church hosted an annual fair and I decided to volunteer. I was assigned to work in the face painting booth and helped supervisors paint children’s faces. I was surprised that the children were patient and not eager to jump and move around. Many of the children would smile while we were painting their faces because they knew that once they were finished, they would turn into The Amazing Spiderman, The Incredible Hulk or Batman. Once we were done with their face paintings, their eyes filled with joy; the feeling of seeing a child happy because of something I
