I had three, all American. Two girls and a boy. Two were shortlived but one went on for a couple of years. We exchanged photos and cassette tapes of us talking and songs we thought the other might like. This was the early 80s so mine was full of synth pop and hers was full of rock. She went to El Segundo High and last I heard of her she was debating whether to become a committed Christian like her boyfriend wanted her to be.
I found the boy recently, he still lives in Cottonwood, Alabama just like when he was 12, thirty six years ago. He added me on Facebook but I’ve had to hide him because I think he’s a Trump supporter.
So it goes…