Have you ever just sat down and wondered whatever happened to someone from your childhood or past? Someone who, unknowingly, made an impact on your life, even it was just in some small way?
I read something early this morning that had ME reflecting on the people in my past, wondering where they were, what they were doing and then wondering if they even remembered me at all. I wonder whatever happened to the girl named Cassaundra. For the life of me I can't remember her last name. We went to middle school together in the 7th grade at Burns Middle. We had a few classes together and became GOOD friends. My BEST friend (Sandy) and I had NO classes together at all because we were in different "departments"....Oh how I hated that year!! Cassaundra was truly a life~saver for me, simply because I was so shy and it was hard for me to talk to people and make new friends. I'm still trying to figure out which one of us struck up the conversation first because she was shy too. She was tall, with long, thick, dark hair. (I was so jealous!) And always seemed to have a tan. She talked a lot about her mom and dad. I think she had a brother named Robbie, but I probably have that part mixed up with someone else cuz I'm pretty sure my memory's not that good. Cassaundra hated her smile, cuz she had a little gap between her 2 front teeth but I thought it was adorable and she was one of those kids who didn't even have to study for a test, she already knew it. And then one day she came to school and told me she was moving away. When she left, I missed her so bad. I never seen her again, but I never forgot her (except her last name, I DID forgot that). I've always wondered what happened to her, where she's at. Is she married with kids now?? And if she even remembers the shy, blond~hair, blue~ eyed girl that sat beside her in English Class. I really don't think I want to know the answer to that question. I'd like to think that she would. And then I wonder whatever happened to Charlie Ambs?? We rode the school bus together. He was quite a bit older than I was. Charlie kept pretty much to himself. He was always writing or drawing. He could draw some of the prettiest and coolest things! Unbelievably talented! My brother and I were one of the last kids that got picked up on the bus route and by then, the bus was always so crowded. Couldn't hardly find a seat and quite a few times, I'd have to stand up all the way to school. If there was a seat available with only 1 or 2 people sitting in it and I asked if I could sit down, most times I knew the answer even before they said it. Why is rejection and the word no, such a soul~shattering thing? It's not that the kids were being mean but 3 people in a seat was way too crowded and uncomfortable, so I DO understand why they said no. But one day, I got on the bus and Charlie had his books laying in the seat, which "back in the day" usually meant that the seat was "saved" for someone. When I got on the bus and walked down the isle to try to find a seat, he picked up his books and said, "You can sit by me." He will never KNOW just how much that one simple gesture meant to me. I'm crying now even as I'm remembering it. After that, we became good friends. He was just so kind and goodhearted and often misunderstood in many ways, I think. One day, someone teased us cuz we were always sitting together (it was NOT that kind of friendship) and the next day when I got on the bus, he didn't save a seat for me. But I understood though. After a few days, he let me sit with him again. I still remember how much I missed talking to him. It felt like an eternity and I felt like I had lost my best friend. I'd like to think that he missed me too. He and I both shared a love for music. He's the one that introduced me to those magazines that had all the popular songs and the WORDS to those songs in them. (Do they even make those anymore??) Charlie knew I had a hearing problem and I had told him that even though I loved a song, that most times I couldn't understand the words in the songs because I couldn't hear them well enough. The next day, he gave me all of his old song magazines. I treasured them and at night, I lay in bed reading all the words to all the songs I loved... I kept those magazine for years. We both loved poetry and I was like a girl dying of thirst whenever he'd give me the newest poems that he had written. A person could get lost in his world of words and never want to come back. He was such a gifted and talented writer. I always kinda figured he would've been a songwriter or a famous author. I'd give anything if I had his old poems to read again now. But then he graduated....Did he remember me after he graduated? Did he ever miss me?? Did he ever make it as the songwriter that he was aspiring to be? He gave me so much. Much more than just magazines and saving me a seat on the bus. From him, I learned that friendship was worth "fighting" for, worth holding onto, no matter what other people thought. He was the first person that built up my confidence a little, to think that someone could be interested in what I had to say, and truly LISTEN. He gave so much and never even knew it and I can't help but wonder if I gave anything ??? Hubby woke up as I was writing this blog and I went in the kitchen to have my morning coffee with him. I told him what I was writing about and I bet we sat at the table talking for an hour about old friends...where they were now and the impact they made in our lives and as I type, he's now looking up old friends on Facebook to see if he can find out what happened to HIS friends. :) Thanks for stopping by and listening to me ramble. Be good and be pretty and as always..... ✻ღϠ₡ღ✻ God Bless ✻ღϠ₡ღ✻ |
HI! My name is Lori and I am a self~ proclaimed agoraphobic and rarely leave my home. My blog is a place for me to come and embrace my Edith Bunker tendencies and to share a few of the things I love. Stories, recipes and crafts, all with a little humor thrown in along the way! ღღ
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