General Discussion Thread 10.09.2025
Hey, GrayViners!
Some friendships start with a handshake. Others begin with a game of tag and a scraped knee. (That’s how mine did—first grade, recess, and a very competitive “you’re it.”)

It’s strange, isn’t it? The same people who once traded crayons or gave you a boost up the monkey bars can still be woven into your story decades later. Your oldest friend might’ve appeared in a classroom, a pew, an office cubicle—or simply claimed the empty seat beside you at just the right moment.
So, let’s hear it: how did your oldest friendship begin?
Was it instant laughter, a shared secret, or pure coincidence?
Tell us below—because who doesn’t love a good “how we met” story?

To the ones who stuck around after recess,
Sophia