Tommy Peterson and I buried our cassette tapes in my backyard because we thought they were going to be worth money someday. That was the summer before 8th grade. We made a pact to leave them there for twenty years before digging them up. Tommy moved away a few months later. By then I'd completely forgotten about the cassettes. I think I'd be embarrassed by our choice in music if I could remember what we put in the ground.

Last week Tommy found me on FB. He sent me a friend request. I don't know if I want to accept it. I haven't spoken to him since that summer. It's not like we're friends anymore. I didn't really like him all that much to begin with. We rode the bus together and he always smelled like dill pickles. I also saw him eat a booger once. What if he wants to unearth up the tapes? If he asks about them I think I'll say something about the neighbor's dog digging them up when I was in High school.