Old Memories

 

An old lady friend of mine

e-mailed me a photo of the

house where I lived as a

young teen.

Thought you’d like to see it

again, she wrote. Thought it

might bring back some good

memories.

It was a big old place, more

than my family of five needed

or could afford. But my mother

had to have it because it was in

in the neighborhood where she

grew up.

I expect the stress and expense

of living in that place eventually

caused Mom and Dad’s divorce.

Memories, you know. Some folks

pay handsomely for those.

I looked up to the third floor

window. That was where my

older brother positioned himself

to shoot me with his BB gun on

my way home from school one

day.

That was just one mean thing my

older brother did to me when we

were growing up. And still to this

day I don’t like him for that.

Oh well, we have long since gone

our own ways with our different

paths of lives to live.

Several years ago I lived with my

old girl friend. We spent the better

part of 6-years together. We never

did marry. It just didn’t feel right

between us at the time. And even-

tually I moved on.

Looking at that photo of my old

childhood home sure does bring

back memories, some good and

some not so good.

Got to thinking, though, in our

time living together, I never told

my girlfriend about that BB gun

incident with my brother.

Never gave much thought about

my old home place back then.

As I recall, the BB my brother

fired which hit me in the chest

didn’t really hurt all that much.

Just scared the hell out of me.

Guess I was damn lucky he didn’t

have a .22 caliber or 30 ought 6

back then. Likely, I wouldn’t be

looking at this photo and sharing

these “fond” memories with you

today.

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Chris Hanch 12-9-2020