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a favorite past-time for me is recalling a memory i had not thought about in years. well, one can hardly call it a past-time, as it happens only every once in awhile and through means i have no control over.
but just now, i thought about a time when i was in grade school. i was either the 4th or 5th grade, hell maybe even 6th, when this event in my life occurred.
i was at john muir hospital in walnut creek. i was going into operation to get that special extra skin most boys lose when they're babies cut off. yeah, i told everyone i had kidney stones.
this was the only operation i've ever had that wasn't dental oriented.
wow...i can remember it so vividly.
i was playing pokemon on a gameboy i borrowed from rene.
the wait was the worst.
but all this information isn't the memory that struck me to write in the journal.
the memory involved a very pretty girl, probably a year or two older than me.
a whole team of doctors and nurses gathered around her to close the curtains and do whatever they were going to do.
but before they closed her off from my view completely, she smiled at me and waved. i waved back.
i felt she was there for something that threatened her life. i don't know how i made that assumption, but it's easier for me to flat out accept that life deals terrible hands sometimes, and to the most
innocent of all sometimes.
of course, i never saw her again...
but that was probably the single most beautiful moment i lived in that year.
...you know, for being such a vivid memory from like, a decade ago, i can't remember her face. perhaps i did see her again. i just didn't know it.
but just now, i thought about a time when i was in grade school. i was either the 4th or 5th grade, hell maybe even 6th, when this event in my life occurred.
i was at john muir hospital in walnut creek. i was going into operation to get that special extra skin most boys lose when they're babies cut off. yeah, i told everyone i had kidney stones.
this was the only operation i've ever had that wasn't dental oriented.
wow...i can remember it so vividly.
i was playing pokemon on a gameboy i borrowed from rene.
the wait was the worst.
but all this information isn't the memory that struck me to write in the journal.
the memory involved a very pretty girl, probably a year or two older than me.
a whole team of doctors and nurses gathered around her to close the curtains and do whatever they were going to do.
but before they closed her off from my view completely, she smiled at me and waved. i waved back.
i felt she was there for something that threatened her life. i don't know how i made that assumption, but it's easier for me to flat out accept that life deals terrible hands sometimes, and to the most
innocent of all sometimes.
of course, i never saw her again...
but that was probably the single most beautiful moment i lived in that year.
...you know, for being such a vivid memory from like, a decade ago, i can't remember her face. perhaps i did see her again. i just didn't know it.