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Music Speak More than Just Words I'm twenty two years old. I have made many memories, some good, some bad. A lot at which stick out too me, but there is one that sticks out the most. It was the summer of eighth grade, I swear to myself till this day that summer was one to remember. There were so many great memories made with good friends I still call some of my best friends. I use to live in Malden on a dead end street, I met a few of my closest friends on that street. The street was a dead end like I mentioned earlier, but half of it was a hill. I lived at the bottom and Peter, Pat, and Chris, all lived at the top of the hill. I met Pat and Peter when I was about eight years old. There was this blonde women that lived in the house next to Brad. One day she came home with two boys, turns out she had just finished the adoption process and those were our new neighbors. Being young any new kids moving in was always a good thing, new friends new people to joke with. They were very out going, I remember they were the ones who introduced themselves to me. Automatically we hit it off, from that point on we were together everyday, all day. Pat eventually came out and told me he liked me, sooner then later I started to like him too, it really wasn't hard to fall for your best friend when you don't know the first thing about a relationship or love. A few years later Chris and John moved in! I just remember seeing these two brothers playing together in there yard, but popping out and into the side yard almost as if they were trying to get our attention. They got it, Pat, Peter, and I had been debating on approaching them since they moved in, so we finally did. We went up to them and said “Hi, whats your name?” John ran away, but Chris stayed. With lack of eye contact and nerves going crazy because his brother just left him there to “fend” for himself he said “Chris” from there on we all hit it off. A few years past and we started to grow up and learn more