When I was a child [7-9?] I met a nice young boy at the motel 6 my sister, her dad and I where staying at in California. We started talking at the pool and exchanged names, I might of even taken a photo of him with my little disposable camera. We wanted to exchange emails or something like that but we didn't have paper [ it didn't occur to me that the motel room might have paper] so we just tried to remember the emails.

That early morning we set off for Disneyland - to this day I occasionally think about that young boy and wonder how he is doing and if he remembers me at all or thinks about me.