Rocks

Sophomore year of high school we fought like cats and dogs. I actually don't think we went a whole week with out getting into a fight. Through that came so many beautiful stories.

Once we were fighting - I have no clue what about - you would stand at "the line" and throw rocks at my window on the second floor. In front of my room was the deans apartment  and more often than not your rocks would fall short and hit her roof. I remember one time I was especially pissed and you climbed a tree with rocks in your hand to throw at my window. I could see you sitting in the tree and you were making call noises at me. When I didn't show signs of interest you started throwing rocks.  I 'm laughing just thinking about it. Mrs. Berlin (the dean) opens one of her windows and yells at you to stop throwing rocks! You responded that it was important you got my attention. So Mrs. Berlin comes up to my room and tells me to get outside and talk to you because anyone who climbs a tree to throw rocks at your window deserved my attention.  She was so right.