My next door neighbor Jimmy lived with his Grandma and had a collection of pet snakes in her attic. I never stayed around for feeding time, but me and the corn snake got along quite well.
Gabby and Mike I met because they were my brother's friends. I would tag along for whatever they were doing, and usually that included playing pranks on Jimmy. One day we decided to grind up some sidewalk chalk and dust it all over our hands. We went up to Jimmy as a group and told him that sometimes we disappear during the day because we were all actually ghosts; incredibly believable when we showed him our pale ghostly hands. He screamed when we told him if we touched him he would become a ghost too, and got on his bike and tried to run away.
When I asked another friend how he became friends with his BFF of 20 years, it turns out it was all because this kid yelled at him, "You pancake, I'll poop on you!".
These are the things lasting friendships are made of.
