Memories...

With today's heavy rain, the smell of wet mud is in the air. It reminds me a lot of summers on the farm. Funny thing is that the smell is giving me a warm fuzzy feeling. You see, "summers on the farm" does not evoke good memories. Rather than list my complaints, I'll just leave it at that. I usually dreaded the start of summer because of the farm. And I dreaded fall, because I always felt that I wasted my summer.

Another memory today. Was talking to cutie Jose and I thought about another friend of mine named Jose. Jose and I were good friends for a couple of years in "Junior High." We were pretty good friends, he was a new kid in 6th grade and being Latino in a sea of white, he didn't seem to fit in -- just like me. We became quick friends and had many a laugh over bodily functions, and the sort of things pre-teens find hilarious. The summer before we were to start high school Jose drowned. My mom wanted to protect me, so I don't know many of the details. It was hard on me, moreso that she didn't want to tell me and I found out through my grandmother (who didn't know that I didn't know). I wonder if we would have remained friends after all these years.