I go back to the memories of the adventures of my youth in Oyster River all the time…it turns out I miss those crazy and silly times a lot. If I could go back in time I would not change a great deal save these two things: blowing up Mr. Cameron’s stuff and shying away from Donna’s kiss. Funny thing about being a young boy…you tend be more interested in making things go bang than those things that make you go bang…girls were a curiosity, but still an enigma, which even then seemed more complicated than the explosives we would build with stainless steel toilet paper rollers and the ingredients under our kitchen sinks. Turns out Mr. Cameron was a pretty cool guy and didn’t deserve the torment we unleashed on him that summer blowing up pretty much everything in his yard…taunting him night after night until finally one night he put the run on us with a salt-n-pepper shot gun…ouch and I kid you not! We took those licks as young men should and wore those wounds and the following rashes as badges of honor…we ceased our onslaught and gave Mr. Cameron new respect. What I find so appealing about that time was brotherhood of those friends…our curiosity for so many things and our shared drive to experience them together…incredible bonds between boys, young men, and the liberation from our innocence. Truly events in one’s life that happen once in a blue moon.
Donna? Well that’s a whole other story for another time.
“What you want to look for is a man with the heart of a poor boy and the mind of a conqueror.” ― C. JoyBell C.