When I was younger, I was 13 at the time; I had met a person and I got to know
them. I had fun and the minute I walked up to the person, I felt like they were
an old friend. I don’t know why it seemed like that. (=
It was a good day though. I went up to this person and said what’s wrong like I
thought there was something wrong or something. I guess there may have been.
The person said no, nothing I remember. Then I hugged him, her it is a good memory.
A Journal About My Life.... 