i wish i had known you when i was a little boy, when you were six and half and i was four and a half.
i would have chased you around the merri-go-round. and probably splashed water on you. i would have put sand in your hair and sprinted away to initiate a chase. and then, when we had both worn ourselves into the ground, i would have shared my juicebox with you and probably stared at you for a little too long. i would have told your friends to tell you that i thought you were pretty.
i need to find a time machine.