The Beginning

So here I am after working all day (it's Saturday) and 4 glasses of wine and I still have too much time to think. So I guess I will start telling you my story. My first memory is October 26 1990, I was two and a half. It's a feeling more than a memory really. I remember being in my pajamas standing in the doorway of my grandparents house. My mom was pregnant, my dad had a suitcase. After that I have vague memories of life growing up with my sister. I met him in preschool, I don't remember it but my mom and his mom have told me so. My first memory of him is in third grade. I remember him joining the class in the middle of the year, he sat in the desk across from me. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a more round boyish face than he has now. We became friends in elementary school. He teased me and tried to shock me as young boys do with young girls. But we were friends. Sometimes his mom would take me to school and my mom would pick him up. Once on the way to school she was quizzing us on spelling words, and he accused me of cheating....I think I was. When he came to my house he made me look bad, always doing his homework and only eating healthy snacks. But now the sleeping pill is kicking in my dear so the story is to be continued....