MLE

I don't remember when it was, 3rd grade or so, when I realized I could spell my name in letters. We had a yellow book called CDB.

I loved that book. And I thought it was really cool that my name worked, since it could be spelled with letters. Phonetically. If you're confused, read the book. My name might have even been in the book. . . I don't remember. Anyway. . . 

For the rest of elementary school I signed my notes MLE. Except with my guy friend whose name also started with an E. We did this:

To: E

From: E

Isn't it funny how some days you can't remember where you put your keys, but you can remember phone numbers from 20 years ago and how you signed your notes? Every May 14 and 15 I remember my best friends from elementary school. I often wonder if they remember me on my birthday. Do they remember my phone number? 

The good thing about those memories, the insignificant facts we unconsciously store, is that they help me believe my childhood was real. So many things fade with time; without those bright remembrances I would wonder if they happened at all.