Jesse is my big brother by three years…exactly…to the day, I mean. When we were little, we were best friends. We always played together. He would have tea parties with me, and I would play Swamp Rats with him. We had two monster truck toys with Swamp Rat decals on the hoods. My parents were doing the dirt work to build a house, and Jesse and I would play in the red Georgia dirt. We would build ramps and tunnles and mud pits for our swamp rats to go over, under, and through. At the end of the day we were covered from head to toe in that red clay.
Then one day, when I was about 7, Jesse gave me his swamp rat. After his gift, I owned another toy, but I had lost my best friend. That’s when I first learned that stuff doesn’t make you happy.
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