Dear Bobby light,
I don’t know where you are in life or what you’re up to but I thought I would write you. I got this kid, who volunteers at my retirement home, to help me look you up on the internet. I hope the address I got is correct and if so I’m jealous that you followed your dream and are living in Italy. Anyways after my recent 80th birthday I couldn’t help but remiss about the fun times we use to have together as kids. Our crazy adventures we use to have.
Summer was the best time of year! School was mostly a blur except for that one book that we actually read, Huckleberry Finn. Little did we know at the time the influence that book was going to have on our lives.
The week after school was out in June I remember we decided that we wanted to live just as Huck did. We packed our bags and set off on our own Mississippi adventure. With our imaginations in hand we headed down the river. Within minutes we were lost. I took out the map I had packed but I did me no good. The map was outdated and the terrain must have shifted from the time the map was made. Travel pretty stop and go. Every so often we had to stop the boat and wait for little yellow duckys to cross the river. Within minutes we were the farthest from home we had ever been without our parents. The world seemed completely different. Tall trees filled the sky and blocked the sun. The shoreline was covered with busy ants that didn’t seem to care about anything but getting from point A to point B. The river filled with fish, beavers, and of course the yellow duckys.
The river meandered around an open field where the sun was able to break through the trees. We pulled over to eat lunch and sat near this small waterfall. We were too young and unskilled to get food from the wild so we had packed a lunch from home. Peanut butter and Jelly, the only thing I could make.
A couple hours after lunch the sun started to set and we began to get tired. We hadn’t really thought about where we would sleep at night. Our Huck Finn adventure was quickly coming to an end. As reality of the situation set in our imaginations wore off. We had to get home that night. So we walked a block over and with what little money I had, we take subway back home. That was some adventure, huh.
Now as I look back on this day I envy the imagination I use to have. Mississippi or Manhattan it didn’t matter. I hope you get this letter and write back.
Sincerely,
Your old friend BB
Creative! Great way to include a literary reference:)
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