Keith was my childhood friend. Most days we would be seen together with our siblings riding 4-wheelers, playing in the creek, jumping on the trampoline or whatever else cool ideas we came up with. He and Natae were either at our house or we were at theirs... One day in particular was my 12th birthday. I had jumped on the back of the 4-wheeler with him and I was barefooted while he took off in his usual fast style doing fishtails... After a few feet of riding I noticed my foot was covered in red and caked on dirt. He looks down and says, "your bleeding"! He drove me back home and went to get his dad who then came to look at it. I had cut my foot from a stick in the road. I was taken to the emergency room where they cleaned it up and put 7 stitches in. While my uncle stayed back with the kids that were there for my birthday. To this day you can still see the scar and the place where the stitches were. I have always said I carry a piece of him around with me every day. Now I truly cherish this scar and now have one on my heart. There are so many stories I could tell of him and Natae... I am reminded of one when my sister would babysit us in the summer and we had the idea to fill up the bath with cold water because we were hot...lol or when he would run around the house singing, "don't mess with my toot toot"! We were a mess and we loved every bit of it... Him and Natae were my childhood friends and my cousins... He will be missed and remembered for being a great friend.