Until I went to primary school, I had only one friend. His name was Ken. He was very tall and quite a strange boy. We played together everyday, but I do not remember us talking much. Honestly, he would not talk to me.

    We have only spent time together. I thought it was a usual thing. But when I went to primary school, I found that he was different from the other students there. One day, I went to his house to study with him.

    When I went to his room, he was drawing pictures. I said, “Hi.” He said, “Hi.” He did not look at me. “What are you drawing?” I asked him this question for the first time. He would not answer. When I saw his pictures, I found that he drew many buses. After he used a crayon, he returned it to the case, saying “One, two, three…”.  I asked him, “Why? Why do you check the crayons?” He did not answer. He kept on drawing buses. Once he finished drawing, he clapped his hands. Then, he started to draw again. I said to him, “I want to draw, too. May I borrow your crayons?” I took his red and yellow crayons. He stopped drawing, and he watched me carefully. I drew a bus and returned the two crayons to the case. Suddenly, he jumped up and changed the order of the red and yellow crayons. “Why?” I wanted to study him more. I changed the order of all the crayons in the case. Then, he jumped up again, and hit his head two times. He caught my arm, watching his crayons. I was surprised at him. I said to him, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” After he walked around his room, shouting something, he started to draw again. A few minutes later, I said, “I’m sorry, bye.” Then, I went back to my house. I talked strangely with him for the first time. I found him to be just a friend.

    The next day, I went to his house again. I said, “Hi, Ken.” He said, “Hi.” He did not look at me. He was drawing buses. I drew half a bus and showed it to him. Then he started to draw the bus. When he finished drawing, we clapped our hands.