Thanks once again to Classmates.com, for hooking me up with someone I would have NEVER found on my own. Only thing is, Scott doesn't remember me much at all.
His brother David, who played endlessly with me each weekend and summer in rural Iowa, remembers me though. We had war games, missions, exploratory expeditions, and we rode miles and miles on our bicycles thru the paths we carved in the nearby woods. We had our convenience store Rambo knives that were on our belts at all times. David was a good buddy and we had great times together.
Scott, though, was a different story. I had such a crush on him, my poor 12 year old heart couldn't take it. He was 15 or 16, I think.
He moved away from home when he was 17, and it crushed me.
That emotion didn't last long, because my dad died shortly after that and I ended up moving out of the area to live at mom's.
I never gave Scott or my buddy David another thought, with everything going on in my life.
It was when I was browsing around on Classmates that I saw Scott's name and I was just floored. After a few messages thru there, I got him to remember me somewhat, and he also passed my email along to his brother David. It's weird, reconnecting with someone from so long ago when they have very little memory of you. It's not like catching up on old times, it's more like making a new friend. Scott and I email each other once a day or so, and I truly look forward to what he writes because it just feels really good to know he's doing well and he's happy. David is serving in the Army in Germany, and after I heard from him earlier this week I was elated.
I don't know, I guess it kind of feels like a childhood lost when you can't even guess where your good friends went. Knowing that these two are okay and living happy lives makes me feel a little more complete. It doesn't even bother me that my first "love" has very little memory of me. Why would I care, Steve has my heart and I'm certainly content.
