http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070515/NEWS03/70515075 How can it be that a boy I used to kiss in my back field is now either kidnapped by Al-Queda or blown up in an explosion?
Jesus we grow up fast.
It was surreal seeing the scawny boy that used to have the best bike on the block [a redline with pegs] looking like a soldier on the television.
It's amazing to think the boy that used to throw his skateboard against trees and declare "Skateboarding is NOT a crime" is now fighting for our country.
You're a man and we're all grown up now.
Byron, I haven't thought about you much since you moved away circa my eighth grade year but I hope with all I have that wherever you are, you're okay.
I don't want to think about this, but if the worst happens, I'm going to need someone to go to his funeral with me.
Please be okay. Childhood friends shouldn't die in futile wars.