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Much controversy surrounds the mythology of how I met one of my best friends, Nina. The facts that everyone can agree upon are that we were both about one year old, and that there was a park involved, but after that the stories diverge widely.
According to my mother (who, admittedly, was not there, but that never stops her from asserting that she alone knows the truth), I was playing in the sandbox, when I spotted Nina from the corner of my eye. We made eye contact, and like a meet-cute moment for the toddler set, immediately waddled toward each other and embraced. We began playing with each other, and when my father and her mother noticed our natural affinity for each other, they began chatting and exchanged phone numbers so they could get us together.
According to Nina’s mother, Sarina, there was no sandbox involved. Sarina was walking home from the park with Nina in a stroller when my father passed her in his car and pulled over. He rolled down the window, and as she braced for some form of harassment, he shouted from the car window.
“Hey—my wife just had a baby, too. How old is your little one?”
“Um,” Sarina stammered, unsure of what to make of a strange man pulling over to talk to her, “She’s one.”
“That’s wonderful,” said my dad, “My daughter Erin is one, too. Perhaps we can get them together sometime?”
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