Dear Uncle Craig,
Yoh have been a tremendous help for me throughout the years. Back when I first moved over here you've always been able to make me feel like I had someone to look up to when I get older. I still remember the night I got in serious trouble with my mom and you came over and asked me to take a walk with you. I still remember what you told me about how you did things like I did when you were younger, but you still warned me about the consequences about being reckless. I appreciate every time you come over you sit and talk to me for like 3 hours at a time. Sometimes I just want you to shut up but in all honesty everything you have said to me I've tried to use your advise to make my life better. Also, thanks for letting me buy that car off of you, even though it's a stick shift. Oh yeah, thanks for teaching me how to drive that thing too, I know I almost ruined the transmission but you were patient and had faith in me knowing I would eventually get it. Thank you for showing me wonderful music such as Rush, Broken Bells, and Led Zepplin. You've always been a cool dude, and I've always tried to make you proud and I hope I've succeeded. You're the shit, man. Sincerely, Gabe
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I remember over the summer of 2013 my friends David and Tyler occompanied me for a spring break trip that took place at an awesome beach house in Long Beach. We were so excited for the trip that we prepared for it days ahead of time so that we can do everything we wanted to do while we were there. One thing we really wanted to do was find giant rocks to climb and see who get to the top first. Another thing we wanted to do was to go out on the beach at night and try to escape the high tide or find crabs or anything else. When the time finally came for us to pack our things and start heading out for Long Beach we all strapped ourselves into the back of my moms Subaru and began our journey. Once we started our trip to the cabin it was a little before the afternoon, maybe 4:30, but by the time we got there it was already dark and we were tired from just sitting there crammed in the back seat. David and I decided that it would be a good idea to just relax until we all fell asleep. My mom brought a bunch of snacks and other food on the trip and one thing we told her to bring was Hot Cheetos. I don’t remember exactly how fast we ate the entire bag but as soon as I saw the bag open you would’ve blinked and it was gone. We stayed up for awhile and soon we finally fell asleep. The next morning we didn’t even have breakfast we just ran out into the sun and found a trail that led onto the shore. We made our way onto the beach and we ran into the water, the water was super cold but we didn’t care because we were at the freaking beach dude. Our eyes were caught by the glimpse of a giagantic hill and all we could thing was “let’s climb to the top and run as fast as we can down it and jump as high as we can so we can get some serious air!” Once we got on top of the hill we looked upon the beach and stared for like a minute trying to catch our breath. We all looked at each other and started to run. We probably weren’t going that fast but damn I felt like I was Forest Gump in Vietnam I was flying down that hill. Meanwhile, David was picking up some serious speed, once he found his peak he jumped as high as he could and dude this kid was like 6 feet off the ground. His landing wasn’t that graceful though, he fell on his face and ate a bunch of sand. His face hitting the sand made a sound that echoed and all you could hear after that was Tyler and I crying because we were laughing so hard. This is the best memory I have of my two friends, hopefully I’ll be able to experience this again because Tyler and I are going hiking over spring break so instead of jumping off of hills we are going to jump off of mountains! If my house was on fire and all of my family and pets were able to get out in time and I only had one item I could rescue I would have no idea what to take. Well first off, there’s all my books I have, I guess since I won’t be having TV for awhile after my house burns down I can still entertain myself. Another thing to I could take could possibly be all of my picture frame of my girlfriend and I. If I took that I would be able to look back and think how lucky I was to be alive and survive so I could see her again. Or maybe I would take my brand new guitar my grandpa just gave me. It’s an acoustic guitar that has a glossy black finish to it and it’s strings are just close enough to the fret board so you can play more comfortably. I suppose I could fill my guitar case with my books, and all of my pictures of my girlfriend and I, and I suppose that would classify itself as one item? I don’t see a reason why it wouldn’t. So I guess if I decided to leave the oven on one afternoon or suddenly decided to play my mix-tape around the house to where it would suddenly erupt into flames, I would take my guitar case with all of my pictures and books. Maybe after my house burned down and my mom and I were homeless I could walk around town playing my guitar so I could pick up some cash along the way. Then maybe, if I progressed my skills, I could become famous and make a lot of money and be able to buy a better house for us then ours was in the beginning before it burnt down. Even though that’s highly unlikely, maybe if my house really did burn down I would be motivated to do that. Or maybe I would die in the fire because I was too lazy to get up out of bed. That seems more realistic to me.
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