A Kid with Cole

Date: 10/4/2018

I step of a city bus with my friend (we're both about 8-10 years old) and we're in a sunny, dry city in a bit rougher-looking side of town. I must be new to the city because I keep telling him, I don't like not knowing which direction I'm facing and he brushes it off. We walk passed some teenage girls who all say hi to Cole and I'm still explaining my direction dilhema, I peek up at the sun and see we're going west and relay that to him but again, he's just patiently listening. I tell him North is to our left but it FEELS like West is North (which is wrong now that I think about it). We scoot passed a middle aged man wearing a black sweatshirt who makes reference to Cole and I (He may have mentioned my nickname but I don't recall) and we start running towards some run-down building.