|Even the raccoons won't touch the water.|
So my friends and social circle consisted of Allison and Hillary, who's mom ran a daycare and liked to parent both her kids and my family's kids. When Allison and Hillary couldn't play, I moved down to the 2nd tier of the social circle. (Okay, I get that the description just made some sort of 3D shape so... think of it like a very small parking garage of friend tiers.) On the 2nd Tier, there was a small boy named Todd. Todd lived in the achingly small house with a sign on the front that said "Adel Apartments". The amount of apartments in that tiny shack, I will never know. Because I was scared of it. And you at 7 years old would be afraid of it too:
Todd was a hillbilly kid who had the IQ of a spinach omelet. At first, he was cool and we got along, but then I realized that I was hanging out with someone who couldn't recite the pledge of allegiance without spitting out a blackened tooth.
Our favorite activity was to come to my house and play Super Nintendo. To be specific, we played
|If someone made this stamp for me, I would love them forever.|