Let’s go back to the beginning. Seems like a good place to start. The first vague,
scattered memories that I have of my life. At about age 4, memories are more plentiful but
this was before that. An earlier age with not a lot of clutter but a few memories that still
somehow seem clear.
I spent a good part of my childhood in the “50's” We lived in the old historic district of town.
Some of these homes were well over 100years old then. As a child and on into adulthood, I
have loved the “feel “ of these old homes. I used to like to walk at dusk, down the streets and
just feel the homes as I passed by. I loved most of these old homes but not all. Those are
stories for a different time. Back to my earliest years, I loved the night. From the time I was
able to walk, my parents would find me up and out of my crib night after night. Walking and
playing around the house. Talking to myself. Alone in the dark..They would retrieve me, put
me back into my crib, and ask me “What are you doing alone in the dark? Why do you keep
doing this? How can you even see where you’re going?” This continues until we moved to a
different house. Even as I was growing up, my parents would bring this up on occasion and
say “We never could figure out why you did this night after night. Why did you do that?” My
answer was always the same. “I don’t know.”
Here’s the real answer though, to that question that I was asked so many times. You see, I
was not alone. I was never alone walking, conversing, playing in the dark of the night. I was
holding the hand of an elderly gentleman, as we walked at night. I had a friend and that was
the beginning. Imagine that!
scattered memories that I have of my life. At about age 4, memories are more plentiful but
this was before that. An earlier age with not a lot of clutter but a few memories that still
somehow seem clear.
I spent a good part of my childhood in the “50's” We lived in the old historic district of town.
Some of these homes were well over 100years old then. As a child and on into adulthood, I
have loved the “feel “ of these old homes. I used to like to walk at dusk, down the streets and
just feel the homes as I passed by. I loved most of these old homes but not all. Those are
stories for a different time. Back to my earliest years, I loved the night. From the time I was
able to walk, my parents would find me up and out of my crib night after night. Walking and
playing around the house. Talking to myself. Alone in the dark..They would retrieve me, put
me back into my crib, and ask me “What are you doing alone in the dark? Why do you keep
doing this? How can you even see where you’re going?” This continues until we moved to a
different house. Even as I was growing up, my parents would bring this up on occasion and
say “We never could figure out why you did this night after night. Why did you do that?” My
answer was always the same. “I don’t know.”
Here’s the real answer though, to that question that I was asked so many times. You see, I
was not alone. I was never alone walking, conversing, playing in the dark of the night. I was
holding the hand of an elderly gentleman, as we walked at night. I had a friend and that was
the beginning. Imagine that!
| YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND |
Submitted by Kathy