Raymond Roark

My earliest memory of my friend Raymond was our time together on a field trip in first or second grade. I’m not sure if it could have been second grade because I don’t think we were in the same class. Well, rewind to that morning at home and my brother and my mom were with me.

They knew I was going on a field trip that day and thought I should bring lunch. So my brother got some of my mom’s homemade pizza, microwaved it, wrapped it in foil, and handed it to me.

On the trip Raymond thought it was so cool that my sack lunch was pizza. I forgot where the field trip was but Raymond and I decided to sit away from everyone else. We were having the time of our lives just talking. I could probably recall what we said a few years later but now it’s been over a decade and I don’t remember anymore. We might have gotten in a little trouble.

I think one of the teachers got upset with Raymond and I because we wandered off.

This day trip is the oldest memory of my dear childhood friend Raymond. I can still remember getting my lunch in the morning and Raymond being impressed that it was pizza. One of the most memorable parts of the day was when my friend and I left the class and ate and talked together. If I’m not mistaken one of the teachers wasn’t too happy about us leaving the group.

Published by Mr. Debrezion Berhe Gebre

I write so my words and story can last longer than me. My name is Debrezion; I’m also known as Derezion, Dee or Azen. I always know where I am by what people call me. I enjoy church, using computers, and of course writing. I’ve been to Ethiopia twice. I was reared in California, USA but my parents are from Ethiopia. I’m lucky to be alive and I should thank God for that.

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