I had my second thoughts about being on myspace, but today it did what it was supposed to do. I got an email from someone in Southern California. A guy politely introduced himself, saying that he had a girlfriend named Rachel once. They were both in preschool together, and then he moved to California when they were seven. Before he left she drew a picture of him. Could that Rachel possibly be this Rachel. And it was.
I wrote back that I had been madly in love with him in Kindergarten and Preschool, and we must have watched the My Little Pony movie at his house a zillion times. He had a pogo stick, and one of those bouncy planet-with-a-ring balls that you could stand on. I had wondered off and on over the years what had ever become of him. From my memory, he was the nicest guy I've ever known.
I hope he writes back! He was my best friend.
