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I vividly remember the first time I crossed the street without my parents. I think I was in about the second grade and I was over at Michael's house...man, did I have a crush on that kid! Anyway, he lived across the street from Timmy, his best friend, who, as it turns out, had a crush on me. I was wearing a light blue sweater that my great-grandmother knitted for me, which was surprisingly very cute...in fact, I wonder where that is...
So, Michael was like, "Let's go see Timmy."
me: But I'm scared to cross the street...I'm not supposed to...
he: it's okay...I've done it lots of times before...
me: hehe...okay
And with that (let the Heavens sing!!) Michael grabbed my hand. Man, I felt like such a little bad-ass.
And at the same time, I feared for my life.
Man, I was such a lame little kid...
So, Michael was like, "Let's go see Timmy."
me: But I'm scared to cross the street...I'm not supposed to...
he: it's okay...I've done it lots of times before...
me: hehe...okay
And with that (let the Heavens sing!!) Michael grabbed my hand. Man, I felt like such a little bad-ass.
And at the same time, I feared for my life.
Man, I was such a lame little kid...