Bon jour, krichmond86!
I know this just one little story from your past, but it’s also a good, albeit brief glimpse into your childhood and where you grew up.
We all have stories from our past that stick with us through our lives, and not just the extraordinary ones, but even little mundane ones that we should have forgotten completely.
From what I gather, you grew up in a semi-rough neighborhood, but at least your folks were smart enough to tell you how to how to handle yourself in that kind of environment. I was born and lived in Anchorage, Alaska (a good-sized city, even in back then) for 11 years, so I know what that’s like. But after that we moved to Northern California (the REAL northern California up by the Oregon border, not San Fran or Sacramento!) and settled in a small town of 3,000 people. Weed, CA, to be exact, in Siskiyou County, where cows outnumber people 10 to 1. It was a good thing, too, because if I’d stayed in Anchorage, I probably would have been dead by the time I was 20 because of the all the gangs and crime up there!
Sorry, I digress.
You didn't say how old you were when this older brother fell out of the truck, but I guess it was either that, or how he changed afterward, or a combination of the two that made you remember this. Maybe something 'clicked' in him and he felt he should treat people better?
Regardless, nice job.
On a side note, I read your bio, and I think it's great that you want to share these memories with other people! Not only are sharing them, but they'll be good nostalgic reminder (in written form) for you in later years!
Kee ponw ritin gon, Krichmond! Thanks for sharing this, and have a wonderful week!
PS-I have a memory of trying to jump my bicycle over a ditch and crashing really bad in front of my friends. They all came running up to me and could see I was pretty beat up. I was crying and they asked me if I was OK. Suddenly I just turned off the waterworks and said in a straight face, "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Why do you ask?" They were puzzled for a moment and the we all started cracking up. I don't know why, but that memory has always stuck in my mind!
Weird, huh?
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