There was this friend I had in the third grade. One day he was acting weird, saying that there were bugs in his brain. I asked him if he was okay, but he never responded. I didn't see him at lunch or recess and he didn't come to school for the next three days, so I asked the teacher what happened. She just said it was none of my business. I never saw him again. Other kids in my class started making up stories about how he ran into the woods and drowned in the lake, or got kidnapped by an escaped convict. Now 10 years later, the kids in my town are still perpetuating these myths. None of them know the true story, and neither do I, but I just think it's wild that this generation of kids who were literally infants when this happened are still talking about it like it's an urban myth.