Growing up as a child, I had many friends, but one of my first friends was Bradley. I cant remember exactly when we paired up, but it had have been during the summer of 1978, after moving to the North Shore from the South. Brad I were inseparable from the start. That summer and every day that followed, if we weren't in school the days would often start the same way, very early. Whomever woke up first and finished breakfast would go outside and stand in front of the others house and "screech" kinda sounded like and ambulance running over a cat. Our call did get a few looks from passing joggers and a few neighbors as well. It was a bit unorthodox, but it was our own personal calling call to let the other know we were awake, ready to play and tackle the day. These were the best days, days spent creating small towns for our matchbox cars in the sand patch between our homes, building forts in the woods, or just cruising the neighborhood on our Huffys looking for new friends. We never did venture too many blocks from our little microcosm, but to us it was the world. At one point I remember I felt like we were way too far from home on the other side of town, we were just on Hempstead drive four blocks over. It was on this adventure that we met two kids a bit older, and our families are still very good friends to this day. I lost everyday contact with Brad after we built a new home across town and moved away and I would see him in school daily during the years that followed, but gradually our childhood connection began to fade away into adolescence.
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