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My best friend, and closest connection to the past, is still here. We've enjoyed a 30 year friendship, that's only gotten stronger with the passage of time. Recalling boyhood mischief like it were yesterday.
2 years ago I ran into my 6th grade buddy from the back row. The playground partner who rescued me after a violent sledding mishap.
After 30 years he was delighted to see me in a pizza shop. Always wondered what happened to him. Turns out he was living close by all these years.
The others, though, drifted or moved away. I made attempts to contact them, but they were either disinterested or untraceable.
Some 20 years had passed, when I ran into a neighborhood acquaintance at our old 7-11.
He had changed little. I was apprehensive, but he spoke first; excited to see me and full of questions. I was amazed he still remembered me.
Of all the sidekicks, I've always wondered where my 8yr old friend in #3B went. We were inseparable; up to and including a serious biking accident where he was hit by a car.
