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Blurry again? Oh, it's young me. I'm in my old room. Cathy was woken up and young me was still asleep. I remember that my parents would take Cathy out and leave me home alone. Young me woke up and changed into new clothes.

I followed her downstairs and my parents showed up.

"Avis, get in the car you're grandma is here to pick you up." my father said. I followed her outside and noticed my grandma's car. She looked amazing. I also noticed the little boy from next door.

"Hey Avis!" he yelled as he came up to her. He was holding a little flower and handed it to young me. So sweet.

"Hey-," right then my grandma had honked her horn which distracted me form the two young children. I ended up in the car, up front, of my grandma's and young me and the little boy also got in, in the back. On the car ride over my grandma had asked how my life was going and I had replied with 'oh, great, I got a new coloring book,' which I felt like I was lying to my grandma.

She replied with 'Oh, that's great, honey." She, and this little boy, were the only ones who truly understood me. My grandma started to sing and young me joined in. I looked to the little boy and he was enjoying the music. There really was no need for the radio. I still don't remember this memory though.

We got to my grandma's house and I was already inside her house. It looked the same like I had last seen her. I saw tons and tons of pictures of young me and Cathy and along with the little boy. I wonder if he came here a lot with young me. I do remember the first thing we did once we got here was get milk and cookies. I watched as everyone was laughing and enjoying their time.

I never knew my grandpa. I think he died before I was born. My grandma, the little boy, and I went to the living room. In the living room there was a piano, books, and old t.v. and puzzles set up for me and the little boy. My grandma loved to play the piano. She'd sing along with young me a lot. While young me and the little boy were busy with the puzzle in the corner of the room, young me sang along with Grandma. They sang, even though it's a dream, I can hear the voices so clearly.

I sit on the couch watching everyone. Hours pass and they don't mind just enjoying each other's company.

"Well kids, it's time for you to head home, come on to car." Grandma said. The two kids whined saying they didn't want leave. "Come on, you come back anyways." They all filed out of the house and into the car. They both were in the back and I appeared in the front again. The car ride home was quiet. Grandma was singing a soft and slow song. I looked back and noticed young me and the little boy were sleeping. Young me's head was on his shoulder. It was touching to see this. But I still don't know his name. Once back home, my grandma had woke up the two and they climbed out the back.

"Bye Grandma!" young me said. My grandma pulled away waving goodbye.

"Avis! Get inside the house!" I heard my father yell. I sighed. The little boy was sad that his friend had to leave. Young me hugged him goodbye.

"Bu-bye Glennie!" she yelled. I snapped my head up.

Glenn?!