| BEN HEFFERNAN 17th April 1985 - 4th September 1999 (14) |
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| I can still remember when i was only in year 2, and you appeared on my back door step, asking if my brother and me wanted to play in your sand pit. We said yeah, and the three of us jumped over our back fence to your place...there you had a huge sand pit...I cant remember if the cubby house on top of it was built then or not.... but I know the extension of it, with the swing hadn't because your flying fox still went down to the telegraph pole, and you rode it from the house.... after the extra bit on you rode it the other way, and was only half the length. I remember watching my brother go down it and do a perfect imitation of Tarzan when he hit the pole, and then let go and fell to the ground. I remember running around your backyard, under the hose and sliding down a slip and slide...I liked yours because it had a huge crocodile mouth at the end that when you went through it and landed in a pool of water, which we would pretend was stomach acid, and be burnt alive by it. I remember practicing on each other how to tie people up. And the rope burns from it.... and the time we were playing with your mother�s typewriter and I got white out in my eye. I remember the game we used to play inside, when we would invite the other one over for dinner...and offer for them to have a bath, under the desk...but the 'bath' was really an oven, and then they got eaten. I remember the time you played (well tried to...more like just strumming the strings) yours/your mums guitar and singing me that song about the guy in the desert, "I�ve been in the desert on a horse with no name...�, your mothers lolly jar in the shape of a car, filled with jelly beans.... and we were only allowed one. I remember all the bike rides/roller blading/skate boarding (on your blue banana skate bored)/ Billy carting we would do...I remember playing cowboy and Indians...i still have that scar on the inside of my left wrist, where I was the Indian and I was tied to a rope, that was tied on the back of your bike...and you rode around the house and I slipped and was dragged a couple of metres down your drive way I still have the scar on my hand from that...the one thing about you that is physically with me forever. I remember your fish. But not there names... I remember your love for fords and absolute dislike for Holden�s. And how all bus ride home from high school, all you would do is bag our Holden�s with Adam and Doof. And speaking of the bus...if you weren't so...direct...I might have even said yes. Most of all I will remember your smart arse comments and witty remarks like: "don�t you just hate people you don�t like" I�m sure I could write another couple of pages on this...but for now, I�ll miss you always, Ben, your always in my heart, and I love you. And take care wherever you are. Hope to see you again someday. It�s strange Ben. The only side of you I didn�t see, was your love for water skiing (except the couple of times we hid in your boat) but yeah...it was the water skiing side of you...and that�s what took you away from me. My last memory of you is you and I going to the mall together after school, you got a chicken burger from KFC and you were worried you�d get in trouble for getting home late. It was just us and it was fun. I�m glad it was a good memory, not one of the other ones around that time. 'im walking through the desert on a horse with no name...' |
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