This is the season of remembering.
Do you remember your childhood?
The other day I got a message via Facebook from a boy I knew in elementary school. Of course, he is a man now but, he will always be a boy in my memory. It was a strange experience for me. This boy was someone I had a crush on and he remembers having a crush on me. In fact, he remembers so well that he even mentioned it to a person he met before heading out to the Navy. Another man who said he was from the same hometown. Another man who just turned out to be my brother!
Imagine! A boy who had a crush on me in elementary school remembering my name (and the street I lived on) long enough to mention it to someone he met after finishing high school.
Someone remembering ME!
The messages on Facebook got me thinking about a lot of stuff.
Would my life have turned out so differently if I hadn't moved the summer after discovering my crush for this boy? Would we have "gone out" if I had stayed? Would that have led to more relationships?
Before moving I think - I THINK - I had friends. After moving, making friends was difficult.
After moving - which is the period of time I remember the most from my childhood - I was unsure of myself. I remember thinking that I would never have friends again - let alone boyfriends. I didn't have boyfriends in middle schol (they all called me Grimace from McDonald's!!). I didn't really have boyfriends in high school (partly because of the whole Grimace thing and partly because my Dad was my high school principal for the last two years!). I had lots of boyfriends in college and didn't really know how to handle them.
Of course, my life has ended up pretty darn well in that area - I have a wonderful husband who I love more than anything. If I hadn't moved - I probably would have never met him.
But - I still have to wonder what it would be like if I hadn't moved.
Maybe I would have been the popular girl.