If I was told by a doctor that a terrible virus was running rampant through my body, and that I had one year to live, I would travel to the places I have been and re-visit past memories/ friends. For the first month or two, I would travel to Cochranton, Pennsylvania. There, I would visit and tell the terrible news to my dad's side of the family and then I would catch up with my friends who went to Cochranton High School with me. After walking through the woods of my old house there, I would take a plane down to Orlando, Florida. There, I would go to Downey Christian School and take in the memories of one of my favorite schools that I have been too. I would inform my friends and teachers the news, but then recall all the great memories I shared down there. Spending a couple of weeks in Orlando, I would then travel to Upstate New York, to the small riverside town of Harrisville. Since I had lived there longer than Cochranton and Orlando, I would spend two months there. I would spend most of my time at my house spending time with my dad and step-mom. I would take long walks with my two favorite dogs, Sherman and Max, through the dense pine forests of our property. I would visit my old high school with all my friends and teachers there. I would attend my small church family and have relaxing Sunday mornings. Then moving back to Ohio, I would spend time with my mom's side of the family and visiting all my friends. For the last couple of months I'd have left on Earth, I would write a huge story of my life in a book that I would have saved for my future family too read.
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