Early Memorys

After moving, having a birthday, and getting new school supplies for the upcoming days of Kindergarten, it was time for me to make friends in my new neighbourhood in Vancouver. I was sitting on the couch watching some afternoon cartoons when my mother comes back in from the balcony and informs me of a nice young boy riding his bike outside around the park. I would not let this chance to make friends and ride my new bike go to waste. I quickly ran down stairs, into the garage and strapped on my helmet. I sped out past the cars parked in my driveway and down the street to meet a new friend. It was not long before I caught up to him and introduced myself. When I heard his name the first thing that popped into my head was, 'Its Stuart Little!', as a young six-year-old that was immediately announced. I was then corrected by him that, no in fact, it is NOT Stuart Little, just Stuart. Stuart Jackson if you wanted to know his last name. I noted this and replied telling him that my last name was Burley and i had my birthday not too long ago making me six and no longer five. (I could tell he was amazing with how old i was.)

For the next few days before the wonders of school began we rode our bikes around the park and played on the playground that happen to be in front of his house too. The day that school started i walked to the bus stop with my mother and was astonished to see non other then my new friend Stuart standing and waiting for the bus with HIS mother. My day just got better then i had thought possible. that is until i found out we were in the exact same kindergarten class and got to play all day together with the blocks, paints, and crayons at school. Now i would like to thank my mother for interrupting me in the middle of afternoon cartoons to tell me about the mystery bike rider.