I ran into someone who went to same elementary as me. He was a year beneath me, but remembered my name and everything. I felt bad because I only vaguely recalled him. He seemed like a nice kid; very kind and could keep up his end of the conversation. By the time I thought about getting his contact info he had to get off. Oh well.

Isn't it weird how when we run into people we knew when we were kids, it's hard to think of them as grownups? Hell, I don't even think of myself as a grownup.