But right now, see where he is? Playing kickball with the rest of the boys, and a couple o’ girls. Me and Lori and Beth and everything else are the farthest things from his mind. In fact he hasn’t even invented us yet.
It’s the third and final inning, and Josh is up to kick. The real world is exciting enough for now. And even though Josh hasn’t invented me yet, I’m here and watching. The human mind works like that, believe it or not.
I’m sitting on the large wall overlooking the school yard. Looking down on him. Crouched and ready to kick. I can barely recognize him. All tiny and skinny, and brighter blonde hair than I’m used to seeing on him. Big old buck teeth. Before the braces. I dunno about you, but I like him much better this way. I can’t help but smile a little.
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