Song: Letter to me

By: Brad Paisley

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Kiy then chucked, "In fact, I wish I could go back and talk to myself as well. I was a bit of a mess back then."

"Why don't you write a letter?" Suggested Max. When he got stares he elaborated. "It's something we did in my psychology class in school. You write a letter to your past self and in doing so you can come to terms with things from your past as well as look towards the future by writing about what you wish to see coming soon."

Uncle Kiy thought about it and hummed. (1) If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time to myself and 17. First I'd prove it's me by saying, look under your bed. There's a coke can and a teen beat no one else would know you hid. And then I'd say I know it's tough when you break up after seven months. Yeah I know you really liked her, and it just don't seem fair. All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare."

Greta took up the thread then "You should tell yourself: you got so much going for you, going right, but I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night."

Kiy nodded. "I would write: She wasn't right for you but still it feels like there's a knife sticking out of your back and you're wondering if you'll survive. But you'll make it through this, for you see. You're still around to write this letter to me!"

"What else would you say?" Asked Jack

"Hmmm, Oh I would definitely write: At the stop sign at the streets Tompson and 8th. Always stop completely, don't just tap the when you get a date with Greta make sure the tank is full."

Aunt Greta blushed and put a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh at the memories brought on by Uncle Kiy's words.

"On second thought forget it, that one turns out kind of cool."

Uncle Kiy looked at Grandpa Bennett when he said he'd next write that every time he had a fight, his younger self should just assume that he is wrong and his dad is right. To which Grandpa nodded his agreement to the laughter of all present.

"And you should really thank Miss. Bringley, she spent so much extra time, it's like she sees the diamond underneath and she's polishing you till you shine!"

"Was that your teacher?" Asked Tiffany.

"Yes," Kiy told her. She tutored me and gave me study time after school to help with my algebra."

At the mention of the dreaded class, more than a few people shivered.

"Yep, my sentiments exactly. In fact, I stayed home from my freshman year's high school bonfire rally because I knew that my parents would ground me till I was dead if I failed my test. I squeaked by with a C which was enough for Mom and Dad. Not that they or my teacher let me slack off after that, they kept me on top of it so I could get better."

"So how would you conclude your letter Uncle Kiy?" Max asked.

"I would say: You've got so much up ahead, you'll make new friends. You should see your kids and wife. And I'd end by writing: Have no fear, these are nowhere near the best years of your life. I guess I'll see you in the mirror when you're a grown man. Oh, and I'd add a P.S.: Go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can!"

There were nodes for those who were around Kiy's age and older as they remembered their deceased Aunt and sister.

"I might also add that I wish he'd study Spanish and take a typing class. That he wouldn't worry, just let it be. I'd say: have a little faith and you'll see, You're still around to write this letter to me!"

"I think that is a great letter Uncle Kiy!" Max told him and many more of the Benett's, not the least of which was Aunt Gerta, agreed and complemented Kiy!

Yes, I am back. I am happy to say that this time it's because of good news that I was away from posting for so long. I am now a wife! I hope to be better at posting in the future.