Tweedle Dum,

I don’t even know if this will get to you. I have no other way of contacting you since your parents moved. I was just going through some old photo albums and I started remembering. Remembering all we’ve been through. My mom had quite a collection from our childhood. As I was remembering I started to wonder if you remembered. That’s what caused this letter. I am sitting in my mom’s house and trying not to think that she’s not here.

She just died last week and I have to decide what to do with the house. Right now I’m looking at pictures from right before you moved to Orlando that first time. It was be fore the accident. Do you even remember anything about it? About me? With your busy life I doubt it.

Remember that tire swing we made out of that flat tire we found? That was funny, trying to swing on a flat tire. I still remember that look on your face when you fell to the ground. I think to this day that is still the longest line of consecutive swear words I have ever heard. Remember when you took the tire down and tried to throw it? And how it ended up going around that big rock in my backyard. Man, we laughed until our sides hurt.

I am remembering so much right now. I felt an urgent need to get in contact with you and this is the only way I know how. I don’t even know if you’ll ever see this but I feel better sending it. I want to write so much more but if it gets into the wrong hands I don't want them knowing too much about you. And if you don’t remember me please don’t write back pretending you do. That’s the last thing I need. I was just wondering if you remembered.

Sincerely,