what looked to be his younger brother. I stopped at the edge of the lawn, where it meets with the sidewalk, and watched and listened silently as they talked with each other. Tim, as I would later learn was the boy's name, nervously glanced several times in my direction. He finally stood up and faced me. "Hi." He smiled at me. "Hi." I said back. "You wanna play with us?" He asked kindly. "Um...sure." I shrugged. We both sat down and started to play dump truck. "I'm Tim. Who are you?" He asked after a while. "I'm Jason. We just moved here last week." I replied. He nodded. "This is my brother Brett." He said pointing at the small boy making 'Vroom vroom' noises. Not knowing what to say, I said the first thing that I could think of, "Can I see your glasses?" I asked. He looked at me with a questioning stare, but handed over the frames regardless. I took them from him and studied them before I stuck them on my own face. Surprised at how blurry everything became, I laughed and said, "Whoa! You must be blind!" Tim didn't find that humorous. "I'm not blind." He said sternly. I stood up and began to stumble around. "Ha ha! I can't even walk a straight line with these on!" I was highly amused at this point. Who would have thought that someone's glasses could bring me such joy? Tim stood up and placed his hands on his hips. "Can I please have my glasses back?" "Ha ha, you'll have to get them from me first!" I yelled as I started to run away from him. "NO! Stop! I can't see anything! That's not fair! Gimme my glasses back!!!" He whined. He looked confused at first, blushed, and then glowed at me. Finally after a mini-stare down between the two of us he yelled, "I don't like you Jason!!! I don't like you one bit!" "Well I ...