My name is Rachel. I am pretty rad. My idea of a good time is a mashed up banana and some cinnamon in a bowl. But not the cinnamon from the Apple Jacks commercial, because he kind of freaks me out.
Sometimes I forget how much older than me P is. Two and a half years may not be a lot down the road, but it can mean the world right now, the distance between nineteen and twenty-one (almost twenty-two). Sometimes he shows his age, like on days like today, and I remember how young I am.
