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A strange memory came to mind tonight when I was doing my pre-bed time wasting (tonight it was reading the old, old archives of blogs that I read currently but never read all the way back). One blog was talking about moments in his past, people that came and went, relationships that failed and why, etc. And suddenly I thought of Russell. It's the only Russell (that I can think of) that I've been friends with. He came to our Elementary School in Grade 3 or 4, I can't remember which exactly. He was a completely average, normal kid. Except he was from Saudi Arabia.
He was a white kid, but his family either lived there or were moving there or something. I never really found out and honestly never really cared. Hell, I was in Grade 3, of course I didn't care. But we hung out and watched Ninja Turtles and played Nintendo and did all that stuff. Then at the end of the school year he left and I never saw him again.
Now, I don't even know if at the time, Saudi Arabia was a really dangerous place like my imagination depicted it to be. I hope it wasn't. My knowledge of Saudi Arabia was basically nil. All I knew was that it was a scary place. I pictured deserts, bombs, guns, wars. That place was Dangerous, not nice and safe like Kamloops.
Me and Russ weren't super best buds or anything, so he never wrote, and I never tried to contact him or anything. Don't forget, this was the pre-email days. I'm almost certain that were we to meet tomorrow, he'd have no idea who I was.
The only keepsake I have of Russ isn't even from him. It's one of those little white cards from a phone number flip-directory. I had my own section in ours, and I still have the card with Russ's name and Kamloops phone number written down in shaky third-grader printing.
It's of no practical use, of course - the number's been invalid for almost 15 years. But I'll still hold onto it, because in my mind, Russ had to leave the safety of Kamloops to go into some ferocious warzone where things would be awful and very dangerous. Whether this is true or not is irrelevent. That's how I saw it. And I also quite clearly remember thinking when he left that if Russ had to go through that huge lifestyle change at age 8, then I can at least hold onto a little cardboard card as a keepsake.
And that's why I'll always remember Russ.
[posted by Rades at 10:59 PM] LINK ||
He was a white kid, but his family either lived there or were moving there or something. I never really found out and honestly never really cared. Hell, I was in Grade 3, of course I didn't care. But we hung out and watched Ninja Turtles and played Nintendo and did all that stuff. Then at the end of the school year he left and I never saw him again.
Now, I don't even know if at the time, Saudi Arabia was a really dangerous place like my imagination depicted it to be. I hope it wasn't. My knowledge of Saudi Arabia was basically nil. All I knew was that it was a scary place. I pictured deserts, bombs, guns, wars. That place was Dangerous, not nice and safe like Kamloops.
Me and Russ weren't super best buds or anything, so he never wrote, and I never tried to contact him or anything. Don't forget, this was the pre-email days. I'm almost certain that were we to meet tomorrow, he'd have no idea who I was.
The only keepsake I have of Russ isn't even from him. It's one of those little white cards from a phone number flip-directory. I had my own section in ours, and I still have the card with Russ's name and Kamloops phone number written down in shaky third-grader printing.
It's of no practical use, of course - the number's been invalid for almost 15 years. But I'll still hold onto it, because in my mind, Russ had to leave the safety of Kamloops to go into some ferocious warzone where things would be awful and very dangerous. Whether this is true or not is irrelevent. That's how I saw it. And I also quite clearly remember thinking when he left that if Russ had to go through that huge lifestyle change at age 8, then I can at least hold onto a little cardboard card as a keepsake.
And that's why I'll always remember Russ.
[posted by Rades at 10:59 PM] LINK ||