I met James Vickers when we were both about twelve. We were next door neighbors, and I had been out in my back yard playing soccer by myself, kicking the ball against the fence. It was at this point I met James. It took me a little while to notice his little spectacled face peering down at me from his bedroom window. When I spotted him, I waved. He waved back and opened his window to talk to me. Credited to [Cooperwithacamera ]