I was playing disc golf with my friend and was about to tee off when a guy started walking towards us. We waited to throw until he got there and offered to let him go ahead of us so we wouldn’t hold him up. He suggested that we just play together. As we made small talk, I noticed that he seemed really familiar, someone from way back in the day. It turns out that his son and I were childhood friends. We played on a few soccer teams together and we were Indian Guys for a few years. It had been almost twenty years since we last crossed paths. It’s kind of funny how you can remember random people from your childhood but can’t remember people from college. Nothing proves how small the world is like a stranger who turns out to be an acquaintance.
Critically Rated at 12/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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