Puppy Love Summer

There was a boy in my neighborhood that made me like sunsets. I was probably ten or eleven and there was a tree up the street from my house that I loved. My brother and I loved climbing trees thanks to George of the Jungle (the Cartoon Network animated show, not the movie) but most trees in my neighborhood didn't have low enough limbs to climb, so the tree in front of this apartment building was a dream come true. It was thick enough to support our weight yet young enough to have low branches. Despite warnings from our parents, my brother and I climbed this tree all the time.

One day, I was climbing the tree by myself (no clue where my sibling was) when I heard this voice. Thinking I had been caught, I quickly jumped down and was prepared to lie to someone, but it was a boy my age. I couldn't tell you a thing about him, except that he was black and was my age and had a little brother named Giovanni. I think his name started with an A. He pardoned me using their tree, and we became friends. I may have even had a crush on him. For a summer, he and I hung out a lot (relatively; I didn't have many neighborhood friends), and I guess we developed a crush on each other, because he told me he liked sunsets because of the colors and now I love watching sunsets.