December 15, 2018:
Boys in trees.
Two backward boys in crew cuts. Your author, one branch to rule them all, in glasses and Beatle bangs.
Their sister was my friend. I remember her well, but I have no recollection of these boys or their treehouse.
She's kind, shy but friendly, very very brunettely beautiful. She was my coloring partner in class for a couple of years. I loved her like mad.
I expect it must have been necessary to put up with the crew cut kids to be allowed to hang with her.
All my life I've been friends with girls. Only ever a couple of close male friends, in sixty-one years.