My early childhood best friend is getting married in August. When the invitation arrived in the mail, I could not stop smiling. I was so honored he’d invited me to the wedding.
Our families were, and still are, friends. I remember playing all sorts of outdoor games with him. “Catch the [insert his name here]” was our go-to game. I remember getting great exercise sprinting after him in his big backyard as fast as I could. Football was his favorite, and he would always try to get me to play with him when we were kids with our moms for “bible study.” I hated playing football, though, and I would always refuse.
He showed me how to play Zoo Tycoon, and he even gave me his old disc so I could play it at home.
When we were like six and five, we played pretend a bunch. We would often pretend we were on a mission, and there was always a bad guy trying to stop us. My friend tried to name the bad guy “David,” who was a kid my friend and I knew, but his mom said, “Why don’t you name the bad guy, Malcom?” She told us later that she didn’t think either of us knew anyone named, “Malcolm.” So, we named the bad guy, “Malcolm.” For years afterward, the bad guy in our games of pretend was named, “Malcom.”
Things We Forget 
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