"Abbi honey, this is Jack, mommy's friend's little boy. You two are the same age, you know. Maybe you two could become friends!" My mom told a five year old me.

I stepped out from behind my mom's leg and looked at Jack. He had bright red hair, and seemed to like wearing the colors black and grey. Then again, he was wearing white sneakers.

"Hi!" he said boldly. "I'm Jack!" He was a very active kid; that I was sure of. He held out his hand.

I took his hand and shook it. "I'm Abbi. Nice to meet you, Jack."

Jack smiled widely, and yanked my arm, a signal to follow him, and we ran off into another room, leaving my mom and Jack's mom alone. Jack took me down to the basement, his "workshop".

"Is this where you spend your time?" I asked him.

"Yup!" Jack responded, smiling his funny smile. "I spend almost all day down here, working on my inventions."

"What kind of inventions?" I was getting very curious.

"Nothing special, really, just something I hope to make when I grow up."

"What is –" I was cut off by Jack's mom calling us upstairs.

"Jack! Abbi! Lunchtime!" Jack's mom called.

Jack smiled at me and we ran upstairs.