Man, I think back on the goofy stuff we used to do, and it all seems so far away now... Almost like a movie playing in my head starring actors that slightly resemble us as children. I remember going down the river in a canoe like boat smoking cigarette butts that we found on the ground. We came to a bridge with a tiny, barely there, underpass. The fear on our faces as we are both silently, but quickly, surveyed the boat...and then the tunnel...and then the boat again, as we calculate whether or not we will get stuck, go through, or if we should just abandon ship (which we really did not want to do because we were wearing the new, matching, 4th of july themed outfits that your mom had just bought for us), so we shrunk into ourselves, making our bodies as flush with the boat as humanly possible . Then, as if things needed to get any worse, as we pass under this tunnel in which we were barely scraping through, we were greeted by a huge snake wrapped around and hanging from a pipe that seemed to serve no purpose. We both shrieked! The boat was scraping thru excruciatingly slowly as our echoing screams pierced our eardrums. The snake plopped into the boat almost like he was thinking "THIS is going to be hilarious". With the jumpship option no longer on the table, we now just waited to get through this, what seemed like, mile long, dark, tunnel. The second we saw the sky, you grabbed that snake by the tail and flung him into the slow moving river. I was so proud of you that day! This memory, and sooo many others (some that will forever be a secret between friends), will stay with me forever and be remembered as some of the best times I have ever had...in my whole life. I miss you Anna.