One of my favorite memories
It was the end of the my last year as a high schooler. The actual last day was but a few days away. The news then was about high tensions between India and Pakistan -- and I think there was the unspoken worry that they might decide to start launching nuclear salvos.
At the end of the school day, my best friend Melanie and I decided to just go to McDonald's instead of straight home. (It was, in fact, the first time I had not gone home via the bus or a family member ever). As we ate our food purchased with change scrounged from her car and our pockets, we just hung out and talked. I remember sharing my fears that my Internet friend Tarun might be killed if the India-Pakistan situation popped its top.
But yeah, on that beautiful spring day, with french fries in my belly and a looming radioactive threat, the world seemed great.
(Yeah, one of my favorite memories involves a nuclear standoff. I'm weeeeeird).
At the end of the school day, my best friend Melanie and I decided to just go to McDonald's instead of straight home. (It was, in fact, the first time I had not gone home via the bus or a family member ever). As we ate our food purchased with change scrounged from her car and our pockets, we just hung out and talked. I remember sharing my fears that my Internet friend Tarun might be killed if the India-Pakistan situation popped its top.
But yeah, on that beautiful spring day, with french fries in my belly and a looming radioactive threat, the world seemed great.
(Yeah, one of my favorite memories involves a nuclear standoff. I'm weeeeeird).