When I was young, one of my best friends was Allen. Everyone always laughs at me for talking about the “good old days” in the 70’s. But this truly was a time where kids ran free throughout the neighborhood, knocked on doors and said ” Can so and so come out and play?”
Allen was the boy who came over to talk to me, protect me, and promise me things like a praying mantis on my birthday. He lived in the house kitty -corner from my back yard and he used to call me Seuss. He would also call me out to play by yelling “Ooee Ooee Sooey Sooey!” (ewwy ewwy sewwy sewwy) I always wondered where the boys like Allen went – the kind that were like your best friend in childhood.
My mother ran into him in my hometown the other day. He’s a carpenter just like his father. He came over to visit and we posed for this photo in the place in my backyard where we used to meet to play. When I told a friend I reunited with my play buddy, they asked “On Facebook?”
I told her, “No, the old fashioned way – like in reality.” All I have to say is that facebook would have destroyed this very real moment and I think we should all have more of them.