Young Allie: [lying in the middle of the street] What happens if a car comes?

Young Noah: We die.

I want to lay out in the middle of my street on a nice summer evenining. Just me and someone else. Just laying there, talking, and staring at the clouds as the sun starts to set and the clouds change pretty colors. Sort of like in the notebook when they laid out in the middle of the street. I don’t know why but, I just do. I think it would be a nice thing to do. Just laying there with no worries. I mean at least until a car comes. I know it sounds kind of weird. But, oh well. I guess I will add that on my list of things to do this summer.