The day would begin with the sound of slamming doors and stomping feet, while the bell would signal our retreat back to our cars. I would rarely return back to my own car alone, I was always accompanied by my best friend Greg. We were inseparable, at school, at home, through the seasons, or through the years. There was not a time I wasn’t with Greg.
School ended like the bell to start the first class, and summer ended like eager students waiting for the 7th hour class to finish. Separation of classes meant nothing since the day was already planned for us after school. Riding home in a familiar car each day and staying until nightfall to the point when we would both depart until the very next day.
Our adventures would exceed our own minds as we climb, bike, build, and play the day away. The adrenaline built up inside our small 2nd grade bodies would soon be drained from us as we dive into river of fun that lays between our two houses. The short distance between our houses was almost nothing compared to the memories and months we’ve spent together, plus why not make it better and mention that we technically lived in the same neighborhood. Every day we were neighbors, classmates, and best friends.