Brian Robeson's Diary Post

Dear Diary
    
                 Today my mom gave me a hatchet to use while visiting my "father" in the Canadian oil fields. When I received the hatchet, I felt strange about it but, I told my mother I loved it and I'd wear it because I loved her.

                  I also went on a plane. The pilot named James, or Jimmy, or whatever taught me a little bit about flying a plane. He taught me how to boost the throttle or at least something like that. Though whatever he taught me, it came in handy in my next event that occured.

                  The last thing that happened to me was the crash. It all started when the pilot died via heart attack. I was scared to death. i was a couple thousand feet in the air. I knew I had to do something to live so I tried to land the plane in the lake. How did I crash, well, the plane crashed into some trees first, then I went into the water.

                  Your friend,
                                             Brian Robeson