Chapter 2: Continued....

   Hey everyone, thanks for rejoining me. Earlier I was talking about my first memories. I remember fireworks at Sarah's house. ( I have decided to use first names, because it would take way too long to make up new ones for everyone, and we would all get confused. I mean let's face it, if you are reading this blog you probably went to the Epping School System. This means that you are either a stoner, inbred, a hick, or you went to the Epping School System.) I hope I didn't offend anyone there.
   I remember fireworks every fourth of July at Sarah's house. I also remember watching "Robin Hood", the Disney cartoon version. Man was I in love with Maid Marion. I wanted to be just like little cartoon Robin Hood. That dude was a fox! Like me. But I suppose at the time, Sarah was my Marion. We were very good frie... THIS IS WHY I AM DOING THIS. I do have a memory from before 2nd grade.
   I remember being at home. I am standing by the wood stove. My parents have a distant, sad look on their faces. I know that they have something to say, but they are struggling to say it. I wait patiently, wondering what I have done wrong this time. Only this time I'm not. My best friend is. "Sarah has been hit by a car." THUD. The words must have hit ME with the force of a speeding car. Sarah was my best friend. We were partners in crime. We knew each other practically since birth. Might as well have been conjoined twins.
   Sarah had been on her bike, across the street from her house, at Fecteau's. Remember that place? No doubt getting penny candy, swedish fish I bet. It was time to go, and she began out across the street. It must have been terrifying. The car that hit her never bothered to stop. The blood stains could be seen on the road for weeks. Sarah died that day.
    But she didn't stay dead. I can't remember the exact amount of time, a minute or two, but she had been pronounced dead. Ran over by a hit-and-run driver at the age of 6. The very instant the words came out of my parents mouth, I was on the phone. I had to see her. I had to be with her. You won't believe what happened to her next...
   Tune in tomorrow for the rest of this story, and remember, use the share buttons, they are there for a reason. Like "No Skateboarding" signs. Neil. Bobby. Steve G. Whippersnappers.