You might not remember it but I remember you meeting you. Crying your head off. Your mom probably made you come along, you probably thought I was you average meatball from that place you were going to need to make friends with, you didn’t want to be around. I remember my motive when our parents basically told us go hang out, do something, go play, while the had coffee, my motive was to be cool. We went and I played my favorite band. It was an 8 track. I wasn’t thinking adult, I didn’t need any hanky panky, I just wanted to be cool, so we listened to the pop rock n roll 🙂 Not sure what if you really cared, but it didn’t take long for you to stop crying. You were very upset.
