Eli believed he knew it all at eighteen. Growing up in the city had taught him survival skills and selfishness, but not much else. His mom had grown up in a small town in Iowa and knew there was so much more to life than hanging out on street corners and living just for the day, and she knew she had to change the path on which she saw her son walking. She believed a summer in Iowa spent with his Grandpa could be the change Eli needed to become the good person she knew he was deep down, but he hated the idea and wanted no part of it. Could a few months spent with a man he barely knew really make a difference, or would it all be just a huge waste of time?