We met for the first time in Ginny's parents garage while our dads were chatting. She asked me to play outside and I, of course, said no. I moved away in 3rd grade, but moved back just before the start of 8th grade. On the first day of 8th grade, Ginny was the first person to remember me from back then, and talked to me, even when I did not want to talk to her. We had the same friends from then on, and we were always around each other. Unbeknownst to me, she had fancied me all those years, and during senior year, we became "friends" as Ginny's mom would call it. Since then, we have been on many different adventures, made incredible memories, and cannot wait to make many more.