Dear Friend,
When I was in High School my dad used to take me and my little brother on road trips, separately of course. He would always take us places around the west coast and they would always be the highlights of our summers. The last road trip my father and I went on was to California. We spent a whole day at the farmers market in Santa Monica Beach. It was one of the best days in my life. I always knew that these trips were a time for us to relax and enjoy each other’s company. But I never realized that these were actually the only true “bonding” times that I had with my father. Now that I think of it the only times outside of these road trips that my father and I spent time were at meals and church. I finally understand how important these trips to him really were.
During my freshman year of high school I learned a very important lesson about friendship. I had been friends with this person named Dan since 5th grade. We had played pee-wee football together and now were entering high school together. It was around thanksgiving when he first asked me to smoke pot with him. Without hesitation I said no, and after this incident we began to drift apart. After about a month of not hanging out I called him and asked him if I had done something to drive him away. To my surprise he didn’t say anything and he just hung up the phone, which was the last I spoke to him. What I learned from this friendship is you never can tell if a person is your friend until you are put in a strenuous situation.
Looking at the stars I feel infinite. Knowing that space never ends and there are so many planets. It just blows my mind every time I think about it. It’s hard to wrap my head around the idea “space never ends”. It keeps going and going and going, it’s the only thing that never has an end. When I look at the stars I feel so small and insignificant in the scheme of life.
Sincerely,
Jimbo
