John
Twenty years ago
The new neighbors have moved in. I really hope that they are friendlier than the old man that has lived here before. From what I can see there are three people, a woman and a man with a little girl. The girl looks to be my age, with blonde hair that reminds me of an angel, her eyes are so green that they look like two emeralds even from this distance. She has a yellow dress on and before today, I hated yellow, but it has just become my favorite color. Her feet are bare, and she is running around on the grass with a soccer ball, kicking it all over the front lawn while her parents are trying to get all the heaving boxes moved out of the loading truck. I wonder if I should go down and ask her if I can play with her or if she prefers playing on her own.
“John, are you
