By Jack, age 11
In the pandemic, I quarantined with 13 other people: my friends and their parents, my little cousins and their parents, and my family consisting of my dog, my mom, and my dad.
At the start of the pandemic, we all drove to my house thinking that we would be quarantined for a weekend not knowing that that weekend would become 3 months. For the first month, we were sad that we had to be contained in this house because there was a deadly disease outside, but we got along well. School was pretty easy for me because we didn’t get homework so we could play around all day. My friends and I stayed in the playroom upstairs where there were 5 beds, one for each of us. We biked around, played basketball, and got really into Magic the Gathering. By the second month, we started fighting a bit because we had been together for so long. The third month we really needed to get away from each other. When everyone left after the third month, I felt relieved. That was until I realized how much fun I had. These three months were tough but it was amazing.