There I was in the sandbox at the Brattleboro Farmers Market, with my 4 year old brother. The trucks, abandoned in the sand, do not seem like toys but you cannot imagine the hours of fun they serve up on a muddy platter. I was 7 years old. Suddenly a woman appears in front of us, with her come two children, a girl around my brothers age and a boy who seems to be my age. The girl is shy and hides behind her mother's skirt, but the boy comes over and sits next to us. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, wares a Tye-dye T shirt and sandals. We play for the rest of the day, and when the sun is bobbing above the trees my mom comes to get me. She finds me covered in mud and sand, completely staining my (brand new) dress, playing with a boy we didn't know before that afternoon, with the biggest smile on my face, still shining through the grime. Right before we leave he gives me a plastic gem he found in the sandbox. It is purple and scratched from the earth but I loved it. I still have it six years later. and we are still friends, I guess... maybe more...? We both have two younger siblings, my 5-year-old sister and his 5-year-old brother are best friends, they kiss each other regularly, my 10-year-old brother and his 10-year-old sister "like" each other, and as for me? I'm happy to just be friends through illness and health. (and siblings illness and health...) I remember when we met, I remember theater class, I remember making "food" for each other, I remember playing at water parks, I remember when you confessed your love for me in a tent in your back yard when we were eleven. We are so much. I don't have the words to describe what you are to me.
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