This is an composition that I think Holden would have written to the prompt: What is the best gift you have ever given?
Broadway is packed as usual, it is a cold Saturday in New York and I have my favorite hunting hat on. It is red like the blood that spills out of heroes in all the phony movies. The ear flaps are pulled down to protect me from the cold, I don' t care much about what I look like. The smell of cigarette smoke floats out of a cap and I wish I hadn't smoked my last one twenty minutes ago. Suddenly, snow falls in these huge fluffy flakes and a bunch of kids in front of me walk with their mouths wide open. I walk past them quickly I'm in a bit of a rush. Today is Christmas and I have to get home before my parents wake up. I went out early to shop because I forgot to yesterday. None of the stores had what I wanted for my sister Phoebe, but an idea blasted into my head as I pulled my hat farther over my face and wished that I had enough money left for a cab. I would give her my hat, I had given it to her before but she returned it. Now I wanted her to have it so she could keep warm too. Not just that, but I had memories tied to that hat of my last hours at Pencey and then my adventures in New York. I wanted her to have memories to add to the hat's story, something that we were connected with. We could share stories about things we did while wearing the hat and everything. So I rushed home and wrapped it up real nice. Boy, you should have seen the look on her face when she opened the hat, she was so happy.
Broadway is packed as usual, it is a cold Saturday in New York and I have my favorite hunting hat on. It is red like the blood that spills out of heroes in all the phony movies. The ear flaps are pulled down to protect me from the cold, I don' t care much about what I look like. The smell of cigarette smoke floats out of a cap and I wish I hadn't smoked my last one twenty minutes ago. Suddenly, snow falls in these huge fluffy flakes and a bunch of kids in front of me walk with their mouths wide open. I walk past them quickly I'm in a bit of a rush. Today is Christmas and I have to get home before my parents wake up. I went out early to shop because I forgot to yesterday. None of the stores had what I wanted for my sister Phoebe, but an idea blasted into my head as I pulled my hat farther over my face and wished that I had enough money left for a cab. I would give her my hat, I had given it to her before but she returned it. Now I wanted her to have it so she could keep warm too. Not just that, but I had memories tied to that hat of my last hours at Pencey and then my adventures in New York. I wanted her to have memories to add to the hat's story, something that we were connected with. We could share stories about things we did while wearing the hat and everything. So I rushed home and wrapped it up real nice. Boy, you should have seen the look on her face when she opened the hat, she was so happy.
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