When I was younger, I went to summer camp with all of my friends.
We always had a good time at Camp, whether we were hiking, fishing, or kayaking.
Some of my friends lived close to my home and others were much further away. Two guys from the camp were from Denver, Colorado. I stayed in touch with these guys even after summer camp was over. One time my mom sent me on an airplane to visit with my friends. It was the first time I ever got on an airplane. I stayed with my friend’s parents and we visited all of the cool places to see in Denver. After my friends and I graduated from high school, I went to junior college. I honestly did not enjoy going to class and studying and I quickly realized that college was not for me. Jack and Jason told me to move to Denver. They promised to find me a good job if I moved to the city. There were a ton of great reasons to move to Denver. My friends were at the top of the list, but recreational and medical marijuana was just underneath. I smoked recreational marijuana with my friends, and it sounded really cool to live in a place where it was legal. Shortly after the guys presented me with the offer, I accepted. I moved to Denver a couple of weeks later. My mom was sad to see me move 1500 miles away from home. As promised, Jason got me a job working with him at a recreational marijuana dispensary. I work the counter on the weekends and nights.