Aaron was a good friend. We would play all day. If something happened he would not get mad at me, like the time we were goofing around and my head went through a window. We broke it. He helped when when I crashed my bike and got a cut from my knee to my feet. He put peroxide on it. He made me feel better. He never laughed at me or made fun of me. He died so I can't have fun with him anymore. He taught me lots about hockey. We played guns one night with flashlights. He ran in the woods. When we went in he came out and hid in the tall grass. We came out by the tall grass and he jumped out and shouted at us. When he jumped out it scared me. He also babysat us, me and my brother. Sometimes he would read to us, then play. We would jump bikes. He would ride mine and I would ride my old one. He was special to me because he made me feel good. I knew he would never say something to hurt me. We would laugh together. He would cheer me up even when I was down. He was a friend.

Note: Hunter wrote this in response to his teacher's prompt to write about "an important person in your life."