Remember? In our youth, there was the boy we liked, the boy who liked us, and the best friend who picked on you all day long but didn't allow others to say anything bad about you.
Remember? The one you cried for, the one who cried for you.
Remember? The one who makes you laugh, make you cry, make you happy and make you helpless.
Remember? We were fooling around in the classroom and doing all kinds of little tricks in the classroom, thinking we could escape the eyes of the teachers.
Remember? The out-of-print youth memories that belong to us.