My best friend in school was Tam. He and I were in Mrs. Loan’s eight grade class, and we became friends then. We often did crazy things in class, but I don’t think Mrs. Loan really got mad at us. For example, Tam had a pet rat. Sometimes he hid it in Mrs. Loan’s desk. Later when she opened the drawer, she always screamed loudly and the class laughed. After two years, Tam’s family moved to another town. We wrote letters to each other for a few years, but then we lost contact. I often wonder what he’s doing now.