Return of Memoryfest - Day 1/31
Happy New Year!
1. Middle School
In the eighth grade, I'd usually pass my friend/crush J. by the stairs on my way to my locker after the last class. One day I turned the corner to find J. getting up from the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Like an idiot, I said hi and walked by. "Idiot" because, as I realized a few moments later, he'd just fallen down the steps, and some other guy was asking if he was okay. J. didn't say anything, just got up and got his stuff together and walked on. I don't know if he saw or heard me, if he thought I'd seen him fall or knew I'd seen him get up. Neither of us ever brought it up afterwards.
About the Memoryfest
1. Middle School
In the eighth grade, I'd usually pass my friend/crush J. by the stairs on my way to my locker after the last class. One day I turned the corner to find J. getting up from the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Like an idiot, I said hi and walked by. "Idiot" because, as I realized a few moments later, he'd just fallen down the steps, and some other guy was asking if he was okay. J. didn't say anything, just got up and got his stuff together and walked on. I don't know if he saw or heard me, if he thought I'd seen him fall or knew I'd seen him get up. Neither of us ever brought it up afterwards.
About the Memoryfest