Then there are the special events that make a day memorable, such as the first school prom, the birth of a child or grandchild; high school graduation or receiving a college degree, even the first job.
Oh, and do you remember your first boyfriend or girlfriend and the first kiss.
I'm going to go back to when I was thirteen, it was during the summer, in July 1961, when I first faced the death of a friend. Someone close to my age, actually he was four years older than me. Oh, I had been to funerals before, my grandmother died when I was five, so I knew grandparents would die, and while I felt sad, it wasn't as shocking as someone whom I idolized and had teenage girl fantasies, you know the kind, "Oh JB, yes I would love to go the movies".
We lived in rural Georgia, and when I say out in the country, I mean out in the country. Neighbors were usually a half mile to a mile away. JB lived within walking distance. His Dad and my Dad rode to work together. Sometimes we ate meals at each others homes. He was the oldest of five boys. He had just graduated from high school in May. If you've ever seen the movies Grease, where the bad boys had thick black hair, combed into, I think we called them "duck's tails", and of course the leather motorcycle jacket. This was the exact image of JB. He was known as a rebel, one who got into trouble for smoking at school, or skipping class and making low school grades. All this changed his senior year, when it was discovered he was a great football player. His last year saw a new person. Everyone yelled and encouraged him as he ran down the field to make a touchdown. His pride in himself changed, he had a different outlook on life. His Mom and Dad started bragging about him and what he could become. He went from "bad boy" to "school hero".
Where I lived, there had been a lot of strip mining for coal in the area. This was during a time before environmental control, it was 1961after all. The coal companies would come in with heavy equipment and strip off the layers of coal, leaving deep shafts the size of ponds. They in turn would fill up with water and become a pond. One such pond had been filled with fish by someone who owned the land it was located on. People loved to go fishing there. One July night, JB and some friends decided to go fishing in their small boat. While they were out in it, a storm came up, capsizing the boat. Since both were great swimmers and shouldn't have had any problem swimming to shore, it was determined that because there wasn't any lighting around the area, the boys became confused and started swimming toward the bottom of the pond rather than toward the surface. Both drowned.
It happened the day I arrived back from spending a week with an aunt. As I ran into the house, my Mom told me the news. I was devastated. He was only seventeen. To this day, I can still feel the sun and heat as I ran into the house. I can visualize the room as my mom told me the news. It's like a frame in time, forever embedded in my memory. Of course life went on and there were more memories formed good ones and bad ones. I think though, I would class this as my first memorable day.
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