It happened again... the mosquito girl, that high pitched whine, bubble eyes and trembling lip was at it again.

"If someone says they need space for 6 hours, thats not 24 hours is it?"

"What?"

"If someone wants space for 6 hours, like wouldn't that mean overnight so its like from 3pm in the afternoon till 9am in the morning which is a whole day which is 24 hours right?"

"Thats 18 hours..."

"Oh, yeah... but if you need time off its 24 hours isn't it."

"You know, I can hear what you are saying and everything... and I understand your mouth words and all that. But in all honesty, I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about right now. None whatsoever."

It turns out her friends didn't want to play with her at school for the day, and she had decided to try and out-math them and find a loop-hole to force them to play with her. I kinda found that forcing people to play with me was never that successful.

Except for my first ever crush. She was a girl with long hair called Amy. I used to hit her and drag her around in the dirt by her hair, because that is totally what little six year old boys do to six year old girls to win them over.

No roses, no chocolates, just hair pulling and assorted violence. Oh, how I long for the simple days.