One year, right when summer vacation ended while we were in middle school. Kimberlee and I pretended what we were skipping school, and the day after school ended, we went to the bus stop as usual (while bringing our lunches), pretended we were “skipping” the bus, and played and retured home at the usual time. An old memory that resurfaced whole thing about her  

There is a memory, kimberlee and I playing in the dirt pile outside of my home, where we created little tunnels, and made a fake “speed bump” out of mud and dirt along side the little street besides our gravel driveway. I want to say we were in second grade, about 7 and 8 year old. Predictively, we were told to “take down that mess or so help me God”. There’s  also a picture of both of us in our blackballerina one piece outfits