You, your parents and your siblings lived in a small town in Australia. Your older brother usually took you to play on the playground in your condo, and your mom and dad sometimes tagged along.

On a sunny Wednesday, your parents went to the playground with you, watching from afar. Your brother was running like the wild child he was, while you played on the slides. Being perceptive for a five year old, you noticed someone looking at you. You spotted a boy with curly brown hair and big eyes staring at you. He looked about your age, maybe a year or two older. ‎ The boy approached the end of the slide, where you were, curious. "Hi! I'm Christopher, but you can call me Chris. What's your name? You look cute!" He giggled excitedly, not giving you much time to respond before grabbing your hand with his chubby one and dragging you with him. "Do you want to go there with me? The swings?" He asked softly, pointing to the swings next to a seesaw.