The case was in the mid-1990s and I had a neighbor Andrew, 4 years older than me. Every day we played together in the courtyard, riding the great ones, generally doing what we could. One day, his parents bought him a dandelion. For the first month, I spent almost all my free time watching TV. Fortunately there was no limit. But a couple of months later I learned from Andrewha that his parents decided to move to a different city. The last day, before he left, I came to say goodbye to him. It was very sad to lose a friend. We shrugged each other’s hands and promised to write letters and keep in touch. And before I was about to leave, Andrewcha asked him to wait a few minutes and ran home. What I didn’t expect was to see him with Dendi in his hands and words:

Hold it! It is for your memory!

Every time I played dendy, I remembered my friend Andrew. This is neighborhood friendship.

R.s And I am still in contact with Andrew.