The First Time We Played

The first time I saw you, you were playing with your brother and some neighbors in the small hill in front of my home. I was watching you for a while trying to find some guts to join you, guys, in what seems the most fun game ever. I knew you were a tomboy like me, the mark of dirt in your pants told me so. But still, I couldn't fight the fear to get closer.My concentration was interrupted by Mami's voice. 'I screw it! Here goes my chance to make new friends' I thought. Mom was walking towards the door holding one of my trucks. 'Go play with them' she told me. I took the truck and started walking towards the dirt.That was the first of a million nights playing on that same hill. We built dirt roads for our trucks, played with the Barbie dolls, rode the bike, sat down at the top of the water tank, listening to the sounds of rock music while talking about boys, or played with the telescope at night. By that time I thought nothing could get us apart. Then came college. And I was scared, but the more apart we were, the less it felt when we got back together. It was around that time that I understood that our bond was stronger and unbreakable. No matter where we are, we will be always together in the hill in front of my house on a warm summer afternoon.