I was friends with a giraffe named Steve in grade school. It was cool because I could climb down his neck to sneak out of my 2nd floor bedroom at night. We’d usually hang out at the forest preserve. He would eat some leaves and I would skip rocks on the river. He moved away in 5th grade when his dad got a new job in Florida. I wonder if he ever learned to ride a bike. He was the only one in my grade that didn’t know how.