At 6, I Promised My Best Friend We’d Go to Prom Together — 12 Years Later, Mom Said I Could Go With Him Only on ONE Condition Ethan became my best friend in first grade after we discovered we both hated raisins and loved dinosaurs.

“But first we have to go to prom.”

Ethan frowned.

“What’s prom?”

“A dance.”

“We already have dances.”

“No. Prom is when you’re almost a grown-up.”

“Oh.”

Then he held out his pinkie.

“Promise?”

I hooked mine around his.

“Promise.”

I forgot about it before dinner.

Ethan didn’t.