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Would it be cheaper to do this.. Or that...?</br>Hi, I was wondering if it is cheaper to buy a 75 gal tank by itself and lights and then buy the filter heater and rocks and stuff or to just buy a complete set that has it all unless the stores don't even have that? Cuz my moms friend own a fish store and he said he could order me a 75 gal tank and lights for like 250( that may or may not be the price he said cuz I don't really remember exactly) and then I would have to buy a filter for like 75$ and 2 more bags of rocks(. I have 1 bag), 1 more 150 watt heater( I have one already), and then some more fish and plants. So don't count the rocks or fish or plants and wat do u think is cheaper? How much do u think the set( 1 heater, 1 filter and other things, tank-(75 gal) is at petsmart) cuz the petco by mes biggest tank is a 55 gal?</br>
Is it okay to keep the light on for 5 extended hours tonight? Or will that mess with the fish too much?</br>I am having some people over and want to keep the light on but don't want to mess with the sleeping cycle too much.</br>
Could you please read my essay and give me your opinion before I print it?</br>This is the third, hopefully last, draft. Please, if you wish, help me point out grammatical errors, punctuation errors, or if I need to elaborate more in certain parts. Thanks a lot! :]Here's the topic:"Write about something that happened to you, or that you did, that you never want to forget. How have your feelings about this event changed?"* When I was younger, and still lived in Mexico, I loved going to a town called Talamantes. It was about half an hour away from my home. For about twenty minutes it was a regular paved road, and the rest was a dirt road. My dad and my mom would sometimes let me drive, but as I was too short to reach the gas, I would seat on their laps. So basically all I did was turn the wheel, but it could not be more fun. The road was a little bumpy, from the rain, but still I loved every single moment. An aunt and uncle of my father lived there, and they had this very modest home, but their property was large. They had a sown field, where they would grow alfalfa, oats, and corn. They also had a few animals- I believe there was about five cows, three pigs and several chickens. But my favourite part was the irrigation ditch, where Ilka and I would spend so much time.* Ilka is my cousin. Ilka and her mother lived there as well, but her mom worked in the city, so Ilka would stay alone with her grandparents all the time. I am one year older than Ilka, but we were really good friends, we would play for hours with our Barbie dolls, dress up and pretend we were rich and famous, or just sang along our favourite songs. We also loved to go to the irrigation ditch and swim, or fish the charalito fish, and later set them free.* Sometimes we would go on to the neighbours’ property, which was on the other side of the irrigation ditch. There was an improvised wooden bridge, which I hated because I was always terrified that it would break, but it never did. We would walk to another small river that we loved. On our way, I would admire the tall and beautiful pecan trees, and peach trees that were perfectly lined up, and that had the trunk painted white . Ilka and I would pick pecans and peaches from the ground and eat them as we walked. Once we arrived, we would take off our shoes and get into the water. We were probably eight or nine years old, and we were always by ourselves, which made it much more fun, and I felt truly free. There might have been snakes and spiders, or other animals, but it never crossed our minds, we were just having fun.* Ilka’s grandmother, who was my dad’s aunt, made the most delicious foods. And what amazed me the most, was that she made it all with stuff they grew on their ranch, or from the animals they had. That was the first time I drank milk, from a cow I had petted earlier. Tia Vike, that’s what we would call her, also made quince jelly, burnt milk fudge, and all sorts of fruits like apples, pears, and peaches with syrup in jars. She would always give my mom a jar of fruit when she came to pick me up. When we got home, we would eat it, and I would start to count the seconds till I could go back.* I have not been back there in seven years, and now that I think of it, it has been a very long time. But I cannot, and do not want to get the memories out of my head- they are very valuable and a joy to reminisce. But something has changed, I am no longer a kid, and that place has probably changed as much as I have. Even though I loved that place, I do not want to go back and see it, because I am sure that it will ruin that magic- the magic that as kids we give things or places, but in my heart, I will always treasure that place, forever.--And I'm having a hard time choosing a title, so any suggestions are well appreciated! :]</br>
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