Gisele lived up the street and around the corner, across the street from where our bus stopped in third and fourth grades. She was a quiet girl with perfect skin and thick brown hair.
She kept her bicycle clean to a degree that was uncommon among the third graders I knew. She had a younger sister who was something of a slob.
She wasn't a strong personality, but we loved visiting her house because her yard was closest to a small creek that snaked its way through our neighborhood, behind some houses and beside others.
We'd spend hours in her creekbed building dams with large, flat rocks. We'd move outward in increasing circles looking for more and more rocks to shore against the dam. Once rocks became too hard to find, or once the daily Florida thunderstorm happened, we'd dry off and come inside and her mother and slobby sister would make cinnamon toast.
I have tried to find Gisele on the internet, but she shares a name with a popular porn actress, making it difficult to pick out information about the real Gisele from the flood of porn Giseles.
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