Second Letter

Dear friend,
I am writing yet again because I was having one of those days where I remembered stories from back in my day. Do you ever have those days where you remember something good or bad from your past? There are a lot of stories I can recall with just some of my friends alone. What I do remember crystal clear is my dad always hounding me for hanging out with people who were too old for me. He would say that these people were losers or trouble makers. At the age of twelve I hung out with Stacy, Jeremiah, Mike and Steve Ryan, and Chris also known as Krypt Nasty. Stacy was the only one close to my age and she was six months younger than me. Jeremiah was twenty two or something at the time. He was the one my dad called a loser because how old he was to hand out with Stacy and I. Not only did he live at home still with no job, but he had a baby girl he didn’t show existed. Mike and Krypt Nasty weren’t so bad because they would at least come around to meet my parents and weren’t quite as old as Jeremiah. I had a lot of fun with these friends that I had. I didn’t care what my dad thought, until I was thinking about my past. Come to realize, these people brought me some fun, but they didn’t help me get further in life, and rather held me back a little. Looking at Jeremiah, he is still a loser like he was. Stacy always tried to be the cool one that all the guys liked and didn’t care too much of her future. She never graduated high school, and thinks working her way up in a fast food joint will bring her the best success that’s out there. Mike still lives at home and works only in the summer mowing lawns. Last but not least, Krypt also lives at home and has five DUIs and still drives drunk. I was upset when I moved away from these friends and my dad was glad to get me away from them. It wasn’t until today that I realized why my dad thought they were a bad influence upon me. I was the only one to make it to college and get a great job. Maybe it was a good thing I moved when I did, and didn’t live the life with who I thought were my real friends.
Other things that came to thought were just stories involving family. In elementary school I was to find my roots of where my family came from. So I was asking my great grandmother question of her parents and so on. Well a couple years later I heard from some source I don’t remember that our elders aren’t going to be here forever and to spend the time with them wisely. Another couple years with this thought in and out of my head I wanted to ask more questions to my great grandmother about our history and so on. I felt that it was too late. She was getting really old and it was hard for her to remember anything let alone what day it is. With the help of my grandmother I was able to get names and where people came from, but not many stories of her child hood. I wish I could have asked her more. I become curious as I get older, but now she is gone. I learned that time with our elders isn’t going to last forever and time is precious with them.
The last thing I wanted to talk about I guess because I am running out of time is the feeling of being infinite. Do you know what I mean? If so what is your definition? We were talking about it in class and I couldn’t come up with a definition, but rather just times that I felt infinite. Like when summer is almost over. The sky is this dark blue color, and it’s only this color for one month of the year. The weather is warm and I picture my self walking down this road where I used to live. Another time I can think of feeling infinite, is it being a nice warm day. There are a lot of beautiful mashed potato clouds in the sky. There is a slight breeze in the air. And I am walking down the sidewalk where I used to go to school. Do you have a definition or just times you remember feeling this? Well I’ll end this letter on this last note.

Love Always,
Nicole Young