In January/February of 1st Grade, I switched from living with one parent to the other. I moved to a tiny house in North Highlands, California, in which a family of 6 of us eventually lived until moving when I was in 6th grade.
There was a boy who lived next door. His parents are gone now, and he's since moved back into his childhood home.
As of a few weeks ago, he and I have known each other for 50 years now.
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