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G is for Grass
Coming from a country almost entirely composed of ice and snow, I never realized how much I would come to enjoy the feel of grass under me. I liked the way it would flatten out under your foot, then spring back to life once the pressure had been lifted. It was like I was walking on pillows.
But my favorite part about grass was laying on it and staring up at the clouds. I loved to imagine that the clouds were shaped like animals or people. I would invent little stories to go along with whatever I saw in the clouds. It was like I was in my own world when I made up those stories and I could forget the rest of the world.
But even more than making up stories I liked it when he was there with me. It was just the two of us. We would sneak away from the rest of the camp and just lay there, talking about everything. Or sometimes we wouldn't talk at all just lie there and watch the sky.
On our bed of grass we would lie there telling each other our hopes and dreams. Our struggles and triumphs. I would cry as he told me about his family. He would laugh when I told him stories about my idiotic brother. We told each other everything about ourselves. Lying on grass we fell in love.
G is for Gross
It was vile. It was disgusting. It was disturbing. It was sickening. Foul. Repugnant. Not to mention gross. Maybe it was because I am a boy and can't understand or see the appeal of him. Yeah, sure maybe some girls go for that moody, broody, silent type. But for the love of meat he has a huge, gigantic and otherwise large, hideous scar covering part of his face.
It was too hard for me to comprehend why any sane person would want anything to do with him; let alone actually kiss him! So you can imagine my surprise when I saw my baby sister kissing him! Him, with his repulsive countenance, it was enough to take a few years off of my life. It was probably the most repulsive thing I have ever seen in my life, including the time I saw a baby being born. In fact I was so disgusted that I could only stand there speechless. Partly because the thought of my sister kissing anyone makes the color drain from my face and partly because though I was disturbed by the picture before me I couldn't help but to think that it somehow looked right. That last thought was probably the grossest thing of all.
Author Note: If you have any ideas for any of the letters let me know and I'll see what I can do.
