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My commencement exercise KissI was fiver. He was six. When we first found knocked out(p) we had to conserve hands during the second scene of the Christmas Pageant we both had the same response, EW Gross rag and I had known each other essenti every last(predicate)y all of our lives. Our grandparents were friends, our parents were friends and even our siblings were friends. It was as if we were destine to be friends too because of family genes. all(prenominal) Sunday afternoon, after church, me, my parents, my grandparents and my brother along with Joshs parents, grandparents, and brother, would all go to Joshs house. It was a ritual that started back as early as I can remember and s coin bank is carried out today.The parents would chat over coffee, our older siblings would ride their bikes and Josh and I would tactics in the sandbox. Lets play house. I would always say. To which Josh responded, No way. House is for girls. Lets play ninjas. HIYA So we make a compromise. I was th e mamamy, the cat was the baby and Josh was the ninja daddy.When youre five years old you dont really think of boys as boys or girls as girls. Other kids are just your friends, whether they wear a pink dress or blue slacks. Never before did I really think of Josh as a boy till I was forced to hold his hand in the pageant.Both of us whined and complained and if my memory severs my correctly, Josh threw an out right tantrum about the in all scene. Yet still we were forced to stand there hand in hand.It was performance night and our parents came back stage for a pep talk. My mom fixed my frilled dress and Joshs mom straightened his cop and both of our mothers basically told us to go out there and grin whether we liked it or not.The time for our big scene came. We waited in the travel for our cue and finally we were pushed out on stage.