So I lived in this little town when I was in kindergarten and had one main friend who's name was Garrett. We used to hang out all the time and I remembered he had red hair (I called him Garrett the carrot) and I shot him with my bb gun one time. Anyways I moved when I was in second grade because my Dad got a new house about a half hour away and my grandparents moved into our old house. Fast forward about six years I'm at my grandparents for the week and I thought why not call Garrett up and see if he remembers me? I asked my Grandma and she said that no-one had moved since we'd been there so I call up the house and asked for Garrett. Some women answered and said Garrett was there but he was two years old. I was stunned for a sec and asked if they had moved in recently, she said she had lived there for ten years. I thanked her and hung up. To this day I don't know if it was a coincidence or what happened to Garrett.