Some of our most precious memories are made at the playground. We all have our good times and bad times there. Break an arm. Make a friend. Your first flip on the bar. Going across the monkey bars.

One of my best memories takes place at my favorite spot, the sand box.

I was playing in the sandbox, making a castle with my sand toys. I didn't expect anything to happen.

Alone and quietly, I made it. Almost perfect with it's details. Sticks for flag poles, leaves for decoration, and a proud five year old sitting next to it. Me, Roxas.

But it would all be ruined by HIM. He wasn't paying attention. He was running around and playing with his buddies and knocking kids over and stepping on things.

Including my sand castle. When he did it, I was shocked. I felt my blue eyes water as he looked at me and said "Oops, sorry." And walked away.

I let a few sobs out. Well, it was my best sand castle ever. But then, I got mad. Really mad.

I stomped over to where he was, over by the monkey bars.

"Hey Kid," I said "you messed up my sand castle."

He lifted an eyebrow.

"So?"

"Well, it wasn't very nice."

"I said I was sorry." He said. He turned away from me to play on the bars.

"Well…I just wanted to let you know I'm mad."

"Look, do you want me to help you rebuild it?" He turned back to me. I pursed my lips and nodded.

"Sure. By the way, what's your name?" I asked starting to walk over to the sand box.

"Axel. Got it memorized?"

"How could I not, what with your big red hair and bright green eyes and weird scars under your eyes?" I said turning to him and smiling. "I'm Roxas. Got it memorized?"

Axel smiled. "How could I not, what with your weird blonde hair and watery blue eyes and your creepy necklace?"

We tottled away back to the sandbox to begin a new friendship, that all started with a sand castle.