Imagine growing up in a dark green house that's directly connected to another. That other house, belonging to your two elder neighbors. They’re brothers. You and your older brother thinking they were weird, soon become a really good friends of theirs. You guys always bring them dinner and baked them cookies on holidays. You spend time sitting with them on the porch, getting to know every little detail about them. Sure, it sounds strange at first but once he finished one story your were eagerly waiting for the next. You soon find them to be a little awkward but you’re comfortable around them. You help them out in anyway needed. They even teach you how to catch groundhogs that constantly were taking a bite of their beloved tomato plants. While amazed by the animal, they ramble on about how they’re detrimental to the plant’s health. “Just nod your head and say yeah” my brother, Tyler, used to say.

Imagine growing up with all boys. A brother and your best friends being the two boys who lived across the street. Tyler and Connor were their names. Picture yourself in a fenced grass yard playing with army guys but always ending up losing about 10 because they blended in with the green grass. You spent everyday with these kids, getting to know every detail about them. They were now family to you. Every moment you spend with them becomes a memory that no one ever forgot, like all those times we played cops and robbers in the streets carrying around our plastic toy guns. Me, being the only girl would get upset when they left me with a stick for the weapon instead of the actual toy, but I went along with it anyways because I wanted to play too. You know that one place, that place you call your happy place? Well for us that was in the bedroom of our best friends. Picture yourself in a dark blue room with a bunk bed and toys scattered just about everywhere. You secretly had a crush on the 12 year old, Tyler so you always made sure you sat on his bed with him when watching the latest episode of Goosebumps every Thursday night.

When reminiscing about these childhood memories, you begin to feel happy as well as sad. You never really know how they felt but you knew exactly how you felt so thats all that mattered. You grow older and eventually move away. Will I see them again? Will they remember me? You begin to ask yourself these questions. You just have to remember that people come and go, but memories last a lifetime.