(Footnote: I was listening to "Dear God" by Nick Jonas, and this idea sort of slapped me in the face. Also, I purposely misspelled things. So don't point out all of the misspelling, 'kay? Or any punctuation marks. It's just to get the childlike innocence across, okay?)
September 10th, 1997
Dear God,
Hi. My name is Troy Bolton and I am 6. I live in Albuqerqe, New Mexico. Im not a very good speller, so I cant spell were I live. I have two dogs named Waylon and Mika.
My mom and my dad are Jack and Lucy Bolton, and they wont tell me how old they are.
I have to big sissters. There names are Kristobel (only we call her Krissy) and Ava. Krissy is 11 and Ava is 9.
I think you knows me cuz I go to your house every Sundae with my mom and dad and sisters. Only my mom says your house is called church.
I am riting to you because I broke my arm last week at school when I was on my bike. My best frend Chad dared me to go up the big hill at the park and then race down it real fast with him. So I did but then I accidentally got thrown off, cuz someones kite hit me in the face and I couldnt see.
My dad wont let me play basketball now, because he says my arm needs to heel.
Im real upset cuz basketball is my favorite sport and were playing it right now in my gym class. My teacher wont let me play either.
Im going to be a really good basketball player someday. Im gonna be the best one ever!!!!!!! Even though Chad says he will but Chads dumber then Krissys barbie dolls. It wasnt nice of him to dare me to go downhill.
Meany.
Nyway can you pleas heel my arm real quick? I wont ask for anything for my birthday in October or for Cristmas in Decemember.
I promise okay?
I will go to church every Sundae and I wont fake sick just cuz Pastor Jim is real boring. My mom says we needs a new pastor.
Love,
Troy
PS-Can you shave Chads head in his sleep, also?