An old neighbor never forgotten

I was the oldest "girl" hanging out with the boys on 14th street. My little sisters and I lived right next door to Steven and Daniel along with Matt and Josh. I was there every time they were in trouble, fighting, wrecking on their bikes or just being mean. Ahh the good old times.
Even though I was older and a girl, I so badly wanted to be just like all of them. Their toys and bikes were so much cooler than mine. And they would build these jumps that I only wish I could do without my foot slipping of the pedel and the spikes sticking in my shins.
Daniel was so little then and such a pain in the neck. Not the bad kind as I think back but the kind that brings a smile to your heart every time I think about it. Not to mention he was so cute at it. I have lots of stories to tell and could keep you reading for hours and probably laughing until you had tears rolling down your face. I used to love to pick on him, not because it was hurtful but because he would always get this high pitched scream, and run around yelling at you. I remember just laughing at him until he would start laughing. I can still picture his face all twisted up and mad at you and then instantly smile and laugh.
I remember then thinking he is so cute I bet he becomes a ladies man some day.
Then one day they moved away. I still seen all the boys in school but our relationships grew apart, moved on, and started our own lives. I'm happy to hear how Daniel lived his life. I can see he was loved, gifted and happy. It's sad yet rewarding to hear all he's done after his passing. I only wish to fulfill my life and make it as rewarding as his was. I'm proud to say I knew him.
Hey Daniel, I'll see you again and I might just give you your Hot Wheel cars back.
Shannon Heide