I remember Sokari from 1st grade. He was a friend of mine and we talked and played a lot together. After first grade, I saw him once more. He was in the passenger side of the front seat heading down Eastwood as I was walking home. We shared our school supplies and I liked him a lot. I wondered what happened to him. He was smart and he was nice to me. I remember a some of the kids I knew in school those years long ago, but mostly their first names. He was my friend. And I don't know what he did after 1985, but I'd like to think to think he was always who I remember him as. A lot of things changed for me after There was always this mystique and wonder, and we all had this promise that the future would be as amazing as very hoped it would be. It was so beautiful. I wish I could have talked to him, even now. I don't know everything, but I know that in a moment in time, there was a small group of kids in a classroom, in a school. And they became friends. And after school ended that year, they were never to see each other again. But in those moments in time, not race, color, religion, or anything else would ever matter. All we knew and all that mattered to us was that we were friends.