We spent all day in the gym playing every type of sport we could with all the kids on the staff, or playing hide and seek until we finally got yelled at by running down the halls next to his aunt, Miss Heather, my mother's boss. The summer days we spent at the YMCA were the most innocent and fun-filled. I never thought he could do what he did, almost two years ago. As the years went by, I lost contact with him because we both no longer went to the YMCA in the summer because we were getting older and his aunt no longer worked there. Even though we lost touch, I always knew he struggled with his weight and was verbally abused for it. We had mutual friends in middle school and they always told me he was kidding himself