Memory #60

I went over to a kid's house, someone I had just met at school. We played with his action figures and his Nintendo. When my mom was driving me home after that, I thought about the fact that he could play Nintendo any time he wanted. And I remember wishing I was him. Although later I took it back because his parents didn't seem very nice and I doubted his Nintendo made him happy. But it made me think about what it means to "be" and what it would be like to be someone else.