Often, when I get bored, which happens fairly alot, because I am grounded five days of the week, I think, that or write. I think about many things, animals, new ideas for storys, The Phantom Of The Opera, my friends, my life, and even my childhood. My childhood seems so familiar, and yet at the same time, so distant. I remember the first time I ever met a true friend. Her name would be Katie Forrest. She was about four years older than me, but it didn't matter, it never has. She taught me everything that would be the base of my knowledge. She taught me what Pokemon and Sonic The Hedgehog was. She got me interested in gaming. I looked up to her, so much. She was everything I ever wanted in a person. Then I remembered Aaron, my little brother started to grow up. His room was about the size of a closet, so we needed to buy a new house. It didn't even occur to me that anything big was happening. Then when I finally moved, I missed Katie. We kept in contact for a year more. until I was seven, and she was eleven. Then we lost contact for about six years. I was child, I was naive. I thought that friendship would never end, that I would be a child forever, that Katie and I would never be separated. Children, I love them, I would do anything to be one again, yet I pitty them. So young, so innocent, anything could happen to ruin them.