I was lonely, and so was he.
I had snuck into the old man's back field again, but this time it was different. Ordinarily, I had the place to myself, but somebody was there that day. A boy around my age was napping in the field. After I woke him, we played games and talked about anything and everything our little minds could think up. But when the sun went down, I discovered that he was from the city, only in town for vacation. Soon enough, his parents came to pick him up.
I was lonely, and he was gone.