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This is somewhat of a true story. the names will be changed to protect the guilty parties that are involved.Keep with the opening there is no sexual contact between parties. There will be some very heavy thoughtsby several of us but no contact.
The story starts when I was about 12. My name is Carl. I have brown hair, Hazel eyes and weigh is at 140.The remainder of the cast are as follows. I guess I could skip the descriptions on the rest because we are all about the same size and weight. the names are Paul, Dennis, Melvin, Jack, Steve and Brian. we all live in the same neighborhood. We all attend the same school and with the exception of Dennis and Brian. We are a bunch of really sort of laid back kids with a wild side that pops out every once and a while.
Some the really crazy things that we have done in our younger days may seem familiar. I would not doubt thatif some of you have not done the same thing for time to time.
About a block from my house was a small corner store, probably the same kind of store that was in the neighborhoods in many other places as well. Of course the prices were a lot less then. Remember when you could go into the store and purchase a 12 ounce bottle of some kind of soft drink and depending on where you lived it was called either soft drinks or it was called pop. Whatever it was called in your neck of the woods you only needed about 2 cents for the purchase. I remember being able to grab a bag, small brown paper bag, mostly used now for popcorn, going to the candy counter and when finished and leaving the store. After paying about 10 to 15 cents for a bag full. we all would go to the empty lot where we had our tree house, affectionately call the fort. Where we would hangout what seemed like all day. We all wouldtake turns telling stories. Most of them made up as we went along but always with the idea of keeping our friends on the edge of their seats.
We made some of the dumbest statements and did some of the craziest things. I remember throwing hard boiled eggs at busses as they went by, catching garter snakes and letting them loose on the busy streets to see if they could get across..
We most likely should have called the fort, our private fishing whole, because some of those stories were real whoppers. When we would sleep out at the fort and the later the evening got and the darker it got it seemed like our stories got more and more weird .
I spent many fond nights and days with my dear friends either hanging around or inside the fort thinking that I wish it could last forever but we all know that that was merely a pipe dream. the summer speeds by and the next thing you know it is timeto go back to school. we all would meet up on the walk to school and tell some make believe stories on the way. As the school year dragged on it became wrapped up with reality. Even though we were the best of friends there was always those secrets that we had because Mom and Dad asked us to keep them.
I remember heading to school with Paul, Jack and Brian one morning and we were all thinking that Dennis must be sick. Weall decided that after school we would go over and see how he was doing. When we got there we were all shocked to seea moving van just leaving his house. That was the first time we all felt like life had just kicked us in the gut. We had lost agood friend and we did not even get a chance to say good-bye. The effect that that had on us was devastating we sat around in the fort and with all the reason why that we could come up with the fact was that we all loved Dennis and now that he wasgone it left a deep scare on all of us. I remember thinking how rotten his parents were to take Dennis away from us and not even letting us say good-bye. It is a shame to say but as time went by we all seemed to forget about Dennis. It wasn't thatwe wanted to it just seems that life will knock you down all of a sudden and you are left with trying to get back up and put the pieces back together.
While I am sitting here writing this little trip back in time at least for me I can see Dennis just as he looked the last time I saw him. I remember how we all used to tease Dennis about him red hair and freckles and as I type this little description of him itbring a tear to my eye and a lump in my throat. I can see all of us walking down the street laughing and shoving each other. I remember when life was much more simple, You did not text or call someone on your cell phone. You had to call on your,house phone, but his sister or mom would be on the phone so you just ran over. I remember playing baseball at the ball park. The only thing that will be real in this story is the name of the baseball diamond. We played ball on this businesses lawn and the owner came out and asked if I build you a field would you stay off my lawn. that was answered with a resounding yes. We would go over every day after school and watch and sometime get in the way. When it was complete the business man cameout and asked how is that. We all yelled thanks. the groups of us with the help of our dads cut sanded and painted a sign and hung it on the backstop. it read in large letters WELCOME TO MACCO FIELD.
Time went on and over the next several, one by one all my friends moved away, finally it was my turn and I remember looking back out the window as we drove away I felt that I was losing everything that I held dear. In a matter of minutes the past 14 years of my life had disappeared. As I think back on it I can remember it all. The thing is that now I remember all my young friends. Some of them have passed on the other I have lost track of over the years. The one thing I can say with all honesty is I have never had friends like that again, probably never well.
God bless everyone and try to stay true to your friends no matter what it takes. once they are gone they are gone forever.
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