I think what if I had a different teacher, class, or even school, in the second grade. Yes, this does sound lame, but hear me out. This is a rough outline of that year for me.

Our teacher drove in from Tennessee 3 days before the school year started, having just gotten the job. We had class in a church, recess in a wear house, 14 kids in the entire grade (which was actually one of the larger classes), and it was the best year of my life. I met three of my best friends, to this day, who I would never have gotten along with otherwise. You have your jock/music lover who claims not to be a jock, but you should see her on the field. Then the quiet Disney addicted child who never grew out of it, still amazing with music. And finally, my best friend to ever walk this earth, the nerd with parents that won't let her read Harry Potter, so instead of reading mainstream books, reads little known ones, has always been at least an inch taller than me, didn't have Mac n' Cheese until the 3rd grade (at my house). She also just so happens to suck at chess, which I find delightful (at I rock at it), and excell at checkers, which I can't play to save my life. If literally flipped the board when she left to go to the bathroom.

Our teacher was also the golden bar for any and all teachers to come. None have even come close. She brought us taffy from Tennessee, special gum for those of us who had some sort of metal in our mouths already (me and one other guy), let our odd ball stand instead of using her chair, her name was Ava. Flipped when Ava stapled her thumb, not that long of a story, I just don't feel like telling it. Had an awesome library, can't judge a foot race to save her life, first taught me about greek mythology, sparking a passion that would never die.

Although the school itself seemed to be failing, we had an amazing time together there, with friendships to last a life time. Some left the school when it was going downhill (quiet friend *glares*), we core 14 stuck through it and made it to the other side.

Now I have to wonder, what if I had left, or hadn't gone there in the first place? Who would my friends be? Would I have ever met these amazing people, would we have still been friends?

What if I didn't have some of the best people in my life there?