Friends from the Past

Every now and then I think about people from my past. Usually friends from college or high school. Apparently, other people do the same thing, but go even further back because I recently received an email from my best friend when I was in the second grade.

I was flattered that I was remembered after, what 20 years. My friend Nathan Fisher (now, Nate Fisher) must have been doing some soul searching and decided to contact me. I do remember him.

Funny thing is my last memory of him is not a pleasant one. I remember it was the summer before I went into middle school and was riding bikes with my (at the time) best friend, Adam. We were both nervous about going to the new school and I decided to visit my ole friend Nathan and see what he had to say. We walked up to his door, and rang the bell. Nathan answered the door, standing in his robe and looked like he just woke up. He looked at us as though we were selling something. We told him why we came and he just shook his head and told us he didn't have time for us kids and that he needed to get some sleep. He then shut the door and we left. Adam and I were pissed and he couldn't beleive that he was once a friend of mine.

I havn't thought about that day in a long time. I do have some fond memories of Nathan (he may call himself Nate now, but to me he is Nathan, and apparenlty he remembers me as Christopher). Many action figure filled days, exchanging presents during Christmas, and Little League baseball which I was awful at.

So, even though it was strange to get a message from a friend that I knew when I was 7-9 it was still really neat. And chance to look back and think about a time long gone and see what happened to those people that I once played GI Joe with.