73/365: Megan

Megan was my best friend in kindergarten, before she moved away. About four years after that, her family started having annual get-togethers in the park and she would wander over and knock on my door to ask if I was there. Every time she did this, she wouldn't recognize me at first, but once we'd introduced ourselves, we'd sit down on my front porch and talk like we saw each other every day.

Then the house was demolished almost five years ago. I didn't see her again until my grad dinner/dance, because her school's grad just happened to be at Canada Place at the same time.

Not once in all of this did we ever think to exchange phone numbers or email addresses. I've often wondered where she is now.