July 11, 2016

My grandpa had gone caving by himself but we still needed to get into his house and we didn’t have the keys. We didn’t want the neighbors seeing us pick the lock either so we had to break in through an underground entrance which involved crawling through tight spaces and climbing up cement stairs on all-fours. Once we were inside, we were able to climb a ladder up to the roof and found ourselves at the top of a mountain. I had a pack of gummy bears in my hand and recited “Cupertino Brewery” in an attempt to remember where we were while I struggled to type with the gummies. “That sounds hard to spell” commented my dad.

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It wasn’t the first time I had returned to the crash site and I noticed that the recordings on the plane had changed. While I was crouching in the water, I was suddenly spotted and someone charged towards me with their gun. I took a few shots before they recognized me and provided emergency medical care. “How did we do?” Someone asked. They seemed rather disappointed when I said that “I [was] proud of [them]”.