I just got out of college and got a job in a small town. The small town is called Cedar Key and is located in rural Pennsylvania. I used to live in California so this is a big change in environment and temperature. I drive my car into my new driveway and the U-Haul follows. I pull my stuff out and inside the house and sit on my couch. The next day, I decide to work on the outside of the house. I get my push mower out, and start mowing. A couple hours later I see a local neighborhood kid playing basketball. I walk over to talk to him. He swishes it the second I walked over there. “Nice shot,” I say. He passes the ball to me and says thanks. I shoot the basketball and miss badly. He rebounds it and swishes it again. “Do you play?” I ask him. ” I used to,” he responds.
I decide to leave him be and I walk to my house. I drive to a local pizza joint and come back to see the kid still shooting the ball! I push it off and walk inside to eat. I go to sleep, but wake up to hear a big noise outside. I run outside fast to see the kid playing basketball at 12:30 at night. In the morning, I walk to the boy’s house and ring the doorbell. His mother answers and I say ” Your son sure does play basketball a lot!” I say. She looks at me shocked. “My son died 10 years ago!!”