First of all, Toby is my English cousin. And since we have gone on like four holiday's together every year and used to see each other almost every weekend, we got to be pretty close. Toby is 12 years old, he is really nice, funny and if you need some one to talk to, he is always there. He has blond long hair and is pretty tall. Actually he is really tall. He has an older brother, James and a younger brother, named Philip. And of course, they're my cousins as well. He also loves music, he plays the drums and the guitar, just like me.
I have some really amazing memories with Toby. We would always have so much fun, playing pranks on our brothers. One of my best memories was at my Grandma's house. The whole family was over, and me and Toby ran around the house ringing the door bell and running away, thinking that they didn't know it was us. We were only 6, but we would keep doing it until they got so annoyed that they would jump out and scare us.
Another great memory is when we were all in Weymouth (south of England) on holiday, and found this huge sand hill, and we sat on our body bords, and then slid down it. We thought we were going like 100000 miles and hour... ya, no!! But our imaginations would take us away, and that was an amazing feeling.
Toby is defiantly one of the best cousins anyone could ever have.
Life Lesson: Friends, even if they are related to you can always make you smile.
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