>>101747637Lawson and I made peace on our last day at 3rd Street. He went to another college, proclaiming we'd get together for another round of kickball, but it never happened. King Bob's successor was the last king of the playground. Old Rusty was ripped down for being 'unsafe', just before we all left. They also stopped the Kindergartners from dressing up. I think that was principal prickly's last action before he left. I heard he died from cardiac arrest a couple of years ago, but I didn't go to the funeral. It would've been too sad.
Me? I'm still living with my folks because I never got the big place at a far off college. Instead, I'm at home, travelling to a local community college. I see Hustler Kid (or 'Dave') around sometimes when I get my lunch. Menlow and Randall are sometimes on my bus, and it's nice to know they're keeping in touch.
I sometimes cycle to college or work and go past 3rd Street School and take a look at where all those memories took place. The place has changed a lot now and Kelso's is always empty after we stopped going. Not to mention the cul de sac and the lake where we used to catch newts in the summer. I think it's closed off now, so it's a shame no-one else will have the chance we did.
It's sad seeing how everyone and everything has changed and moved on, and how I'm still here. Especially after my sister moved out. Sometimes, I lye in the grass between lectures and listen for the recess bell and it makes me feel happy. I miss the old gang.
