i have forgotten many things from my youth. odd how the names and faces of the kids and friends just seem to slip away. places and streets and teachers wither by and the loss of those memories tends to liberate one from time past.
this process causes me to realize that who we are is from many of those we now forget. they each contributed to the foundation of our lives, some a lot and some very little. but it’s an acumulative effect; a deserved harsh word from one kid, and a needed hug from another all taught us the things in life we use to this day.
i suppose that if we remember the lessons, we really haven’t forgotten the other kids.
byron gates jr