There was a girl named Serena that lived in the same complex as us, but a few units over. Her mom was also a single parent. Serena’s house was fun because she would make us sugar and butter sandwiches.
She also had a new baby sister. One of our favorite games involved playing with her sister's tiny socks; when a pair was folded together, the ends looked just like bunny ears. We played for hours, pretending the socks were baby bunnies.
Her mom started dating a guy that Serena didn't like. We had gotten a hold of a Playgirl magazine and decided to send him a message - so we taped a photo of man with an enormous penis to the seat of his motorcycle.
I’m not sure what exactly what our message was supposed to mean, but Serena’s mom's boyfriend didn't seem to like it. He tore it off his bike and rode away – and we high-fived.