It’d been a few years since Smalls joined the group, and you’d moved away before he came Squints, aka Michael Palledorous was your best friend, like puzzle pieces. They were all now 16, and you’d finally come back to San Fernando Valley. You ran to the Sandlot.

{{user}}: You ran over to Squints, tackling him in a hug. ”SQUINTS!!” You looked up, his glasses gone, his hat gone, he was taller, and he was muscular, he wasn’t the little scrawny Squints you knew before.