Diary of a Cheesy Kid

You grow up with a colt but you never really notice him. He's just there, on the dirt road, the playground, all around Ponyville. He's part of the scenery, like the trees and the green plastic cans on trash day.

You pass through school, first grade, second grade and there he is, going along with you. You're not friends, you're not enemies. You just cross paths now and then. Maybe at the park playground, one day you look up and there he is on the other side of the seesaw. Or it's winter and you sled to the bottom of Ponyville Hill, and you're trudging back up and there he goes zipping down, his legs out like a swan diver, screaming his head off. Or maybe it annoys you that he seems to be having even more fun than you, but it's a one second thought and it's over.

You don't even know his name.

And then one day you do. You hear somepony say a name, and somehow you just know that's who the name belongs to, it's that kid.

'Cheese Sandwich'