A story.

One day, a boy woke up not knowing that it was the day that he would truly become a man.  You see, he felt that he would never grow up, yet had always known he grew up far faster than he should have.  By personal choice.  Exploration, seeking of knowledge, and situations involved.

On this day, by age, he was mature.  I father of two daughters. Married, and divorced, twice.  Educated, schooled... knowledgeable, a mentor, preceptor...  heck, he even chuckled often when he realized that he was old enough to be a parent of some of his co-workers!

So many friends and acquaintances!

He even chuckled again, when he thought of his earlier peers.  How they must have felt the same way about him, as he was now thinking of his.


The constant in all of this, was peers.  Older, middle, younger. 

And to think, it all started in the 1970's... with a cousin that got there before... a flute case and an old telephone handset... a TV show... a gutted BB gun and a broomstick. 

Should this story be told?  It would probably get graphic eventually.  Part of the growing up.  So the answer is, perhaps.  Someday, someone will.


Have I fulfilled my purpose in life?  Probably not, maybe, perhaps.  Not a single person will ever know in their lifetime.

It took less than a decade... that is when it was sealed. 

Now, it has become complete.  There is a contentment that occurs.  A silence descends.  And this alone explains why, one can be stoic. 

As I can attest, there are just some things, one should not share with others.  Yet sometimes... a simple question will open a dialogue.  When a son or daughter does not know something, it is because a parent did not want to expose them to it.  Knowledge is passed, memories are shared, and sometimes, promises are made.

Often generations are passed.

For this, I truly apologize.  A promise was made.

It would be nice to wake up in the morning and stir some coals... add a few chunks of wood... get the fire going again...