I find it hard for myself to relate to people in stories. Which is odd, because in real life, I can usually relate to almost every situation, and have lived to tell a story, weather good or bad about that experience. This book threw my for a loop though, and had me going through every life experience to find one that matched, and deep down within my brain I found a memory, that I had pushed away, the story of some good friendships gone wrong. Not that there have been an overwhelming amount, there just have some bad relations in the past. Much like Jeddy and Ruben, I have had disagreements with friends, that have lead to breaks. I have also felt the betrayal, I guess you could say of a friend. Sometime back, a looong time ago, there was a girl and we will call her Kiera. So Keira and I were good friends, at the time I had an extremely hard time making friends due to the fact that almost everyone who talked to me scared me because I was extremely shy. So one day Kiera tried in an attempt to be my friend, talked to me. I also trying to make it work, talked back and soon enough we were pretty decent friends much like Jeddy and Ruben, trusting each other with some pretty “important information” (that’s in quotes because it was first grade, and the stuff said was pretty minor compared to what is told in secret today) and one day little old me, found out that Kiera my “friend” was talking about me behind my back, and telling my “secrets”. This is sort of like how Jeddy told that Ruben had the tobacco pouch, and the ripped fifty dollar bill that was inside of it. Much like Ruben, I was pretty upset. I had told her things that I didn’t want others to know, and yet she revealed them to everyone. Her saying this information put me in no danger like it did to Ruben, but for me it was like a self concious sort of feeling, like what will people think. Now years have passed and the girl and I have both grown up, we still come in contact, every once in awhile, her oblivious to the fact that anything ever happened, and me with this thought in the back of my mind saying “Do you even remember”. She more than likely doesn’t. I’m no longer thinking about what people think of me, for I could honestly care less. The older we get though, the more that we let bigons be bigons, like Jeddy and Ruben. And I tuck this memory back into my brain now, so that I can continue to let it be this way.