childhood friends

It started with a 16 year old boy.He insists on sharing his life stories with me and I listen and ask questions just to amuse him.So on one of these occasions I wondered if his mother was a friend of mine from school so after a bit,I spoke to another friend and found out that the person I was thinking of never had a son.It should have ended there but as conversation do,one thing led to another and I discovered that one friend from school was in town.Ten years of being out of touch and suddenly I was busy trying to locate her and thanks to technology we met.

Memories have a knack of pouring into the mind at such a fast pace that I find it difficult to keep track so over lunch we caught up on ten years in two hours.Its very much like a web.One contact leads to another and we find that almost all of our friends have a link in some place or the other,we join the links and end up knowing half the world.We discover things about ourselves that we have forgotten.

You used to draw so well she says.Another friend has a stack of my drawings which she shared with her children.Couldn't believe I did all of those and life has become busy and one has forgotten ones talents.I discovered I had a sense of humour (haven't laughed in years) I was always stuck in a book,could talk the hind legs off a donkey and was scatty brained among other things.I was a fun person actually and I don't remember.It takes a friend of childhood past to rekindle all those forgotten passions.

Today I draw again.My pencil run over paper with rapid speed and ideas translate to pictures.It take someone to force you to remember and in the mad pace of life its nice to rediscover oneself

Thank god for childhood and school and friends and technology.