Once the fifth grade started, I quickly made a few new friends there. I didn’t forget Trevor of course. However, whenever I called, his mom would pick up and say he’s busy with school work or something else. And whenever he would call me, I’d end up being busy with ice hockey or school work. This unsuccessful phone tag eventually stopped before winter vacation, and by then I already had new friends that lived in my neighborhood. We never saw each other again and till this day, I still wonder what he’s up to and how he’s been. The secrets we shared together also died together, but lived on within myself. Life moved too quickly for me to try to reach Trevor again the following summer before I entered middle school, and I’m sure he felt the same way. Sadly, by that time, he had become a mere memory that’ll never, ever be forgotten.