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My best friend throughout my childhood, from about age 9 onwards, was a boy named Jimmy. We were both geeky kids who read waaaaay more SF, fantasy, horror, and mythology than might have been good for us. We were inseparable for about five years, and then his parents moved to Portland.
Jimmy was crap at writing letters. He'd occasionally send a card for our birthday (I'm one year older, to the day), but that was about it. But he had this pattern where every three or five years, he'd turn up out of the blue at Mom & Dad's house, and I'd get to talk to him for a few minutes.
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Guess who just called me from Mom & Dad's house? ::grins::
I knew he was married (and to a woman who sounds like his perfect match). I knew he taught Irish dance. I DID NOT know he's the father of an eighteen-month old baby girl. I'm trying to reconcile my mental image of him at thirteen with being a parent, and ... yeah. Freaky.
We swapped phone numbers. We're going to talk later this week.
I keep grinning. This particular bit of my past catching up with me is a nice surprise.
Jimmy was crap at writing letters. He'd occasionally send a card for our birthday (I'm one year older, to the day), but that was about it. But he had this pattern where every three or five years, he'd turn up out of the blue at Mom & Dad's house, and I'd get to talk to him for a few minutes.
...
Guess who just called me from Mom & Dad's house? ::grins::
I knew he was married (and to a woman who sounds like his perfect match). I knew he taught Irish dance. I DID NOT know he's the father of an eighteen-month old baby girl. I'm trying to reconcile my mental image of him at thirteen with being a parent, and ... yeah. Freaky.
We swapped phone numbers. We're going to talk later this week.
I keep grinning. This particular bit of my past catching up with me is a nice surprise.
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I am afraid I am going to have to make this a rule: my friends need to stop hitching up with people I could have given birth to without folks thinking I started obscenely early.
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I have a friend from high school who will call me, without fail, on Mother's Day (I was the first of our "gang" to have a kid).
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