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The day was beautiful, the sun was out and the skies were clear. I knew in my heart it was going to be a marvelous day. Even though a part of me knew that not all days could be so perfect. It was Memorial Day of 2004 and it was time for our traditional barbeque. It was that time of the year for everyone to be with the people they love, to relax and leave all hatred and problems behind for one day. In previous years, something always goes wrong. For instance in 2000, my cousin Lisa who is now 23 years old, almost drowned. Several people in the water with her had to swim and save her. In 2002, my brother Tony decided to de-pant our friend Johnny. It may seem ridiculously hilarious now, but at the time he threw the biggest fit. Just last year “The De-Pant” of Johnny has become a tradition at our barbeque. Such “incidents” like these make each and every barbeque memorable. That’s why we have our barbeques on Memorial Day, to get together and remember. It’s now 2004 and it was time for all of my family and friends to get together once again and reminisce about the previous years. It was always a good time, seeing everyone together having fun and catching up on lost time. I knew that this year was going to be different from the rest. This year there were more friends joining in on our tradition. Experiencing first hand what we enjoy the most, being with everyone that makes us happy. As I pulled up to our customary spot at Chatfield Reservoir, the aroma from the burger patties, steaks and t-bones, and Korean ribs sizzling over the grill filled the air. Not everyone had yet arrived but there were enough people there to start the tradition. I recall shouting at my friend Spence, “What’s up foo! You know what time it is?“ “Hey! Kimmie Chi Chi! It’s about noon.“ It had been a few hours since I've arrived and finally everyone was here. This year we had two grills; as I looked at the grills I thought to myself, "Why do we have two grills?" Being the curious person that I am I walked over to the other grill and noticed there were crawfish being boiled. "This is something new." I thought.
Approximate Word count = 1553
Approximate Pages = 6.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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