“I don’t believe in magic,” the other boy said.
“I’ll prove it to you.”
“Sure you will,” his friend said, and rolled his eyes. “What are you going to do? Make something disappear?”
“Better.” The first boy answered with a smirk. “I’ll make something appear.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Something really big. Something beautiful... how about... a tree? A full size tree that will tower over the fence, over the house, and will shade the whole yard.”
And with that, he dug a small hole, and filled it back in.
The boys stood back and watched.
“Ha! Nothing happened!” The friend scoffed.
“You just have to wait.”
Eventually, the boys got hungry, and they still had homework to do.
The boy’s friend still didn’t believe in magic, and the conversation was nearly forgotten. Nothing can ever be completely forgotten, of course, but information gets tucked away somewhere... maybe buried under other information in our brains.
The school year ended. Elementary school ended. Middle school ended, and then the boys graduated from high school.
They went off into the world and had jobs and families of their own.
They were pretty busy and didn’t get back to the old town too often.
The boy(he was a man now)’s mother got sick, and so he went back to the old house. It needed some upkeep. Nothing too serious... some new gutters and a paint job, you know, that kind of stuff.
The man (who used to be the boy) was scraping the trim on a window, when someone called out to him. It was the boy who had been his friend, but was also a man now.
“I haven’t seen you in decades,” one of them said, as they talked in the shade of a very tall tree.