DALLONS POV
---9 years ago, Brendon is 6, Dallon is 7---
"Hey Dallon, do you have any grape ones?" Brenny asks me, chewing on a fruit snack. We were swinging on the swing set outside in my backyard, having some fruit snacks. Brenny's favorite flavor was grape, and mine was cherry. We always separated them by flavor, and shared the two packs. "Yeah, I have two. Give me your cherry ones!" I said, dropping the fruit snacks into his tiny hand. He passed me his two cherry ones, and I ate them together. I wait for Bren to finish, hopping off the swing and grabbing my wrapper. He finishes his last fruit snack, and jumps off also. We run inside to throw away the wrappers, and race back out to grab our bikes. We put on our helmets, and race down the street to Bren's house, where my stuff was staged in the foyer for a sleepover. We repeated this routine every weekend. We ran upstairs, and grabbed our action figures. Back outside! We ran back to my swing set, and climbed up into the playhouse. We spent all day up there, not a care in the world.
Finally, after what must've been 5 hours up in that house, we went back to my house. We walked upstairs, put our pj's on, and got some rocky road ice cream. When we finished, both with chocolate rings around our mouths, we slid down the hall in our socks, laughing all the way until we got to Brendon's room. We played on his moms laptop until 10:30, when Brendon fell asleep. I lied down next to him, and in minutes, I was asleep too.
