Rebecca Cook. Winnebago, Illinois, 1-3 Grades. Was always too shy to do anything, but I remember one time chasing her around the basement of our church during a Pancake Breakfast. We'd always play during recess and such, and every once in a while, when I was playing with my two best friends Zachary Baker and Nick something (hey, it was like fifteen years ago), and she was playing with some of her girl friends, we'd pretend to tie them up against trees and such and then leave them there for a while. This, of course, all while we were still doing the "cootie shot" stuff. I think she gave me a cootie shot one time, which would kinda defeat the purpose.

Winnebago had an awesome playground set, too. I went back a couple years later, and they had replaced all the wood and metal stuff with plastic. Stupid safety regulations. I also went back to the same church and saw her there, she went up and lit the candles at the beginning of the service and put them out at the end of it, like we used to do when I lived there.

I used to wonder all the time what would have happened if I didn't move away, and still lived in that little town. Good times, good times.