I was thinkin about my old friends.Like in preschool, there was this girl named Kim that I met. I think she was one of my mother’s friends or something. The teacher was like, “ Draw your family, please.” And so we all draw our pictures. The teacher looks at them., smiles, and said, “ Good Job”. Then Kim’s picture comes up. “ This is your pictre?” the teacher asks. Kim nods and grins. It’s a bunch of cows. The thing was, the teacher didn’t know that the only thing Kim knew how to draw was cows. And the last time I’ve seen Kim, which was like 6th grade, her humans still kind of look like cows.