The اگلے morning, John went with his mates to the recording studio. Although he enjoyed recording the new songs, he was mostly silent. Allen said, "John, آپ have been quiet all day. Is something wrong?" John said, "No." Peter said, "I don't believe you." John said, "Nothing's wrong." Stan said, "Then tell your face." John said, "Caryn invited me over to her house, and I am looking آگے to it, but she mentioned she has a pool." Allen said, "Then don't get into the pool." John said, "The problem is I haven't told her I'm scared of water." Peter asked, "Why not?" John said, "I can't tell her. She'll be ashamed of me." Stan said, "John, that's ridiculous. Caryn loves you. She could never be ashamed of you." Allen said, "Stan's right. آپ need to tell her that you're scared of water." John asked, "What if she doesn't understand?" Peter placed a hand on John's shoulder and said, "She will, mate." Sometime later, Caryn arrived at the recording studio. She asked, "Are آپ ready to go, John?" He said, "Yes, I'm ready." The two of them made it to Caryn's house. It was off the beaten path, much like John's کیبن that he once had. As they made it into the house, Caryn's dog, Georgia, came up to greet them. Caryn said, "Hi, Georgia. Were آپ good while I was gone?" Georgia wagged her tail and ran straight to John. He said, "Hi, Georgia. Remember me?" Caryn laughed and said, "Of course she does! She remembers everyone who's nice." John looked around and said, "This is a nice house آپ have here." Caryn said, "Thank you. Make yourself comfortable. I'll start dinner." John said, "Okay." He relaxed on the couch. He was enjoyed himself. However, a part of him hoped that it would rain so that he wouldn't have to go into the pool.
When I had entered the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I had heard rumors that the teacher was really mean. When I met her before school started, she seemed really nice. On the first دن of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I love آپ already!" I said, "Okay, then." She would take up for me all the time. The other kids often called me glasses. She heard them and said, "She has a name, guys. Her name is not glasses. It's Winter." There was one دن when another girl kept picking on me. I finally had enough and said, "I might look sweet and innocent, but that shit is for suckers, and I'm no lollipop." I looked at the teacher. She winked and said, "I heard nothing." I would have had her for the sixth grade, too, but unfortunately, I moved to Tennessee as soon as the school سال was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.
