..down memory lane.
I'm 9 or 10 years old. Kent and I are "boyfriend and girlfriend". Technically we saw each other at church and liked each other so that made us "boyfriend and girlfriend". He went on vacation with his grandparents, I believe, and brought back a sand dollar necklace that he bought for me with his grass cuttin' money. So naturally, I needed to purchase something for him in return. Except I didn't cut grass. So my mom came to the rescue. We went to Wal-Mart and got him an I.D. bracelet. Had his name engraved and everything. Very snazzy for 1993 (??). Anyway, I gave it to him and was very proud of myself. The next time I saw him he came running up to me and showed me his ankle. There in all it's fake, gold, glory was the I.D bracelet that I had bought for him. It apparently didn't fit his wrist so he thought it would be great as an anklet.
I still bring up that story whenever I can.
Then this evening Kent and I were cleaning out our storage building and Kent found a box of old letters and stuff that I had written him. And there in the box was the anklet.. err.. I mean bracelet. A huge smile came over my face. It's just one of those things that is between us and will always be special to us. You know?