DISCLAIMER

These are some of my actual, real life memories.

Me and my best friend Evan used to go straight to the swings every recess. It was actually how we became friends in the first place. I was shy, he was too. But every time that bell rang we would go to the same spot—the swings. We would see who could get the highest. At first it was a silent competition, but one day we started talking and were friends from that point on. I don’t even remember what we talked about anymore but I’m sure it was important to our first grade selves. His mom was our music teacher, and the first one to teach me “On The Twelfth Day Of Christmas”, and how to spell Wednesday, and who Michael Jackson was. She was my favorite. I had another friend, Sawyer. We talked and laughed together, but something about the way me and Evan could be comfortable with each other in complete silence was special. First graders talk a lot you know, so that made it even better. We would watch the other kids play house or soccer. I remember talking to him about the kids playing house and that neither of us ever understood. I still don’t get the point of that game. Sencond grade, I moved schools and never saw them again. But I’ll never forget the swings where I connected with a boy like no one else in my life.