The summer I was 2 years old, a family moved in next door to us, also with a 2 year old. You may not believe me, but I have a distinct memory of going over there, riding on my dad’s shoulders, to meet them.
We became best friends. In 5th grade, she moved to the other side of the state. After 7th grade, she moved back, but I moved away.
Neither of us is good at letters, or even email, so we’re not really close anymore. But when I was little, I had a sister. And today is her birthday.