31 May 2011

tradition

There's a little boy who lives in my neighborhood that I don't know.
We aren't in the same ward, and are years apart, so we don't know each other at all.
But every day when I walk home from school, we get to the cross-walk at the same time.
We are the only people there and hardly talk to each other.
But we started a tradition.
We race each other up the street.
There's a little boy who lives in my neighborhood that I don't know.


I love relationships like that. Not relationships where you don't talk, but relationships
with people you don't even know. It's fun, eh? Like that guy in glasses and boots that
you pass every day on the sidewalk. It's like you have this understanding with people.
I like people.

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