Between kindergarten and third grades, Alisa and I were good buddies. We spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. I loved going to her house where the furniture matched, her bedroom looked like it belonged to a girl instead of a grandma, she had a color TV, and her mother made my favorite breakfast. I can’t remember if I was still sleeping on our couch which made a bed or I had graduated to a Jenny Lind bed upstairs at the time, but I know my sister and I had a pink play kitchen complete with refrigerator, sink, and stove on our upstairs landing. It was made of…