Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day, you’re in diapers; next day, and you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul.
Well, here we are kids, the final episode of the little mini drama I’ve been calling my Kim Saga. For any of you new readers who might have accidentally stumbled onto my story blog while looking for your favorite recipe, kitten video or porn site, welcome! My story blog is all about me, my own personal life documentary. Inside these couple hundred accounts is one long one about how I first encountered my wife as a 14 year old, (link), all the way to this point here; getting married.
I live in California now, but I grew up on Prytania, in Hamilton, Ohio. When you grow up in a place like Hamilton, you grow up with cicadas. What? You don’t know what a cicada is? Oh, well then, allow me to educate you. A cicada is an insect, a big stubby-looking flying insect with big orange eyes, (many are red), and a mouth that doesn’t bite. It makes a huge constant racket over 100 decibels in its quest to attract mates and oh, it lives underground for 17 years. Some of them live underground for 13 years but they all live on or near tree roots until it’s time to come up from the ground, only to mate. When they do come up from their underground roots, they arrive in ‘broods’ of thousands, sometimes millions. They don’t bite or eat, they only suck tree sap. If they land on you, just flick it off – it’s stupid, it just thinks you’re a tree.
When last we were together, (you and I), Kim and I were standing atop the Kings Island Eiffel Tower, perhaps considering our futures. We got through Senior Prom and graduation without a hitch to speak of, but what the hell was next? When we graduated, I was working full time hours with Taco Bell and Kim I think had left Wendy’s, did a couple of weeks waitress’ing at Frisch’s and then landed a part time job at The Gap. Over the summer we both worked. We worked, we played and we wondered what the future had in store for us. Continue reading →
topic is about a time when I broke a rule or law. I don’t know if all boys are full of mischief, but I broke a lot of rules while growing up and so did most of the kids I hung out with. So as not to embarrass or implicate anyone in this story, the names of the characters are going to be changed. Continue reading →