Great Memories: Part 1

One day, after a run, my friend Wesley and I had to stop at Wesley's father's pumpkin patch. I really don't remember why. But I do remember this moment.

This is the beginning of posts in which I share some old memories. I truly miss my friends from back home, and these posts are a good tribute to the times we have spent together. For friends are there to make you smile, help you be a better person, and be at your side through the good times and the bad.