Fall, 1999
Dear Mrs. Huffman,
My name is Kyle M. I sit in the right part of the room, with Mike, Zach, and Adam. I wear a Scappoose jacket, and have a lot of freckles.
I'm not sure how or why I have freckles, some say it is genes, others say it's just because, but some say it's the "Legend of the Freckles."
It started out on a snowy afternoon; my dad pulled me up a hill on an old sled. My mom was talking with my grandma, while Kevin pushed me down the hill. Right after Kevin pushed me, my mom yelled, "No Kevin don't," but it was too late. Kevin had given the sled a mighty push, and the sled flew down the hill. But half way down the hill the sled swerved to a side and flipped. You wouldn't have thought it would be so bad, but I was bleeding all over, mainly on my face and arms.
And that is the "Legend of the Freckles." Some say it's true -- some say it's not.
Sincerely, 
Kyle