Mar 09, 2009 11:45
The Israeli twins I used to play with in elementary school did turn out to be military types. I'd always suspected, even then, that they would join the military in one form or another. Still, it seems strange to have this knowledge, as they exist in my memory as skinny, mischievous brothers, changing places in classes and not being caught until one or the other spoke. They loved guns, military history, camo-style shorts and causing trouble. They were misfits, so of course I adored them. Once, we played the game "chicken" in the pool behind their apartment complex. Strategy, execution. I hadn't thought of them until a few months ago, when I realized I had a life before college, a life I never thought about anymore, and wondered what had happened to them.
That's where social networking came in. Curious, I typed in their very distinctive names - thank goodness for my genetic heritage of excellent memory - and though the brother I was closer to had a vague profile photograph, the other brother had a picture of himself and his girlfriend. He was clearly wearing military tags. I had been right.
I want to add them, say hello, but unlike many I am still reserved about this type of thing. My secret shyness is compounded over the internet, which apparently is at odds with the common loss of the "shame commitment device" (Frank, R. (1990): "A Theory Of Moral Sentiments;" Fessler, D., Haley, K. (2003): "The strategy of affect: emotions in human cooperation") that allows people to be uninhibited online. It's just interesting knowing what happened to people I used to play with as a kid that I don't speak to anymore.
people,
childhood,
memories