Uploaded April 2023 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Back when I was a kid, my mom baby sat for many people over the years and at one time, there was 8 kids that were practically part of our family. Ronny Lemke, best friend for a long time, like brothers, his sister Sandra, Mike Robirds, (the train riding king) Kevin Montagrande, he had a rad action Jackson and planet of the apes' collections. Ricky Henrey, he had a mead telescope with a sun lens, it was rad. Ilene hoole and her brother Mark, Blackfoot Indian mom, Mark burnt his room down one day., Christine, her mom was killed in a car crash on Carbon Canyon, we never saw her or her borthers again after that dark day. Dianne her mom moved, and we lost contact. and Mike and Danny Lane, they lived 2 streets over. I guess they moved as well.
Anyway, these kids would get dropped off between 5am and 6 am every weekday to go to the bus stop with my brother and I to go to school. There were others that would join the group, then leave when they moved or something but these kids here, were a steady part of my life for well over a decade, some many years beyond that. As we grew up. our lives took different paths, but I have never had friends like these again. To think, some of these named kids were only in my life a couple short years but at a focal point in my life that has such draw, that It returns regularly when I am not distracted by the daily grind. What pulls me, or us back? Do all guys have the same hard wiring that causes this? Or, is it something inside of me? And, if, it is just me, is it due to some head trauma I had at 16 years old when in a coma from a car crash? I do not know what exactly happened with all these kids, what became of them of where they ended up but I do know I miss them all, just as family. Specially Ronny, he was like a brother. What happened to make him lose contact? When I was hit, I lost all memory and what returned over the years, has incredible detail and imprinted so deeply, it seems like yesterday. FOR those of you who know me, you can verify this by leaving a comment of something you recall me remembering and the great detail of my descriptions of that occurrence. I do not know if my memory is (in spite of my accident or if it because of it), meaning that somehow the jolt activated to connection in my head to store it and classify it so, precise, I can call upon it at any time I choose. It is all a mystery, but the biggest mystery is, did I piss off or offend all my childhood friends beyond saving the friendship and do not remember that part? Or did they all just sort of fade away? I thought we were tight friends, just like my high school buddies Doug Young, (who was with me when I was hit) or Wayne Eklund. They too stopped contact, even though I sent Doud a message, he has never got back to me/ It is a mystery without any answer. I am seriously haunted by my past. Was it real, or just in my head?
But the real question is, what takes me here, again and again?
Back when I was a kid, my mom baby sat for many people over the years and at one time, there was 8 kids that were practically part of our family. Ronny Lemke, best friend for a long time, like brothers, his sister Sandra, Mike Robirds, (the train riding king) Kevin Montagrande, he had a rad action Jackson and planet of the apes' collections. Ricky Henrey, he had a mead telescope with a sun lens, it was rad. Ilene hoole and her brother Mark, Blackfoot Indian mom, Mark burnt his room down one day., Christine, her mom was killed in a car crash on Carbon Canyon, we never saw her or her borthers again after that dark day. Dianne her mom moved, and we lost contact. and Mike and Danny Lane, they lived 2 streets over. I guess they moved as well.
Anyway, these kids would get dropped off between 5am and 6 am every weekday to go to the bus stop with my brother and I to go to school. There were others that would join the group, then leave when they moved or something but these kids here, were a steady part of my life for well over a decade, some many years beyond that. As we grew up. our lives took different paths, but I have never had friends like these again. To think, some of these named kids were only in my life a couple short years but at a focal point in my life that has such draw, that It returns regularly when I am not distracted by the daily grind. What pulls me, or us back? Do all guys have the same hard wiring that causes this? Or, is it something inside of me? And, if, it is just me, is it due to some head trauma I had at 16 years old when in a coma from a car crash? I do not know what exactly happened with all these kids, what became of them of where they ended up but I do know I miss them all, just as family. Specially Ronny, he was like a brother. What happened to make him lose contact? When I was hit, I lost all memory and what returned over the years, has incredible detail and imprinted so deeply, it seems like yesterday. FOR those of you who know me, you can verify this by leaving a comment of something you recall me remembering and the great detail of my descriptions of that occurrence. I do not know if my memory is (in spite of my accident or if it because of it), meaning that somehow the jolt activated to connection in my head to store it and classify it so, precise, I can call upon it at any time I choose. It is all a mystery, but the biggest mystery is, did I piss off or offend all my childhood friends beyond saving the friendship and do not remember that part? Or did they all just sort of fade away? I thought we were tight friends, just like my high school buddies Doug Young, (who was with me when I was hit) or Wayne Eklund. They too stopped contact, even though I sent Doud a message, he has never got back to me/ It is a mystery without any answer. I am seriously haunted by my past. Was it real, or just in my head?
But the real question is, what takes me here, again and again?
