I had a school friend. We met him tightly from 4th to 8th grade after he moved to our district.

They rotated tightly: they sat on one side, ran on the river on the big ones, engaged in fighting, fans of ninja turtles, dreamed that we would ride on moths like them.

Then, in 9th grade, they stayed in the same school, but split in different classes. He soon married at the end of school, I moved, the roads split.



Ten years later, we met at a meeting of graduates.

He came on the sporting motto in full equipment, all the affairs unraveled by that moment already.

Word for word, I say to him:

Remember how you dreamed of that?

and no.

Well, we are with you...

Do we mean with you?

We studied and dreamed.

In the sense? We did not study with you.

How do you know me?

In the next class, we met, we crossed.



To say that I was shaken, nothing to say. Whether the person's life has changed so much that the whole childhood has been erased, or the amnesia has come tough. What he nodded or specifically said it somehow is excluded. Not bumping like.



Yes, what a difference. Sometimes a man is a piece of life for you, and you are a mycrocodile for him.