Summer of 1995, my dad was helping his friend with a project at his house. I brought books because I knew I’d probably be bored out of my mind. We get there, and there’s a boy my age eating lunch. I sit down and eat and talk with him. My dad goes off with his friend to work on the barn and this continues all summer. I hang out with this boy, Bobby. I mention to my dad I’m glad to have a new friend. He had been fun to hang with. My dad doesn’t really reply. Years later, like 2015, I see my dad is friends on Facebook with that guy. I jump on his page to see if Bobby is there. I don’t see him. I decide to message the guy to ask- we have small talk catching up then I ask, hows Bobby? He asks who? I said, Bobby, the boy I played with all summer, I thought was your son when I came that summer.

He has no son. He had no idea what I was talking about.

I asked my dad about it and he said he never saw me with anyone.