Reminiscing about my childhood feels nice, but I feel a
little guilty for falling out of touch with that kid I used to hang out with.
We sort of got lumped together somehow by other people because they liked the
way our names sounded together: Cody and Dakota. I know that sounds silly but
seriously I’m pretty sure that’s why we started talking to each other in class
to begin with.
He had a crazy fun imagination and I thrived off of it. We
made up stories together and acted out adventures and even when we got into
middle school we still had stories we would construct together and write out.
When we got into our last year of middle school my
depression had started to surface and I sort of fell back as far as academic
success is concerned. Before that we’d been in the gifted program together and
I guess our schedules became totally separated once we got into high school
because of that. He would have surely gone on to do all of the honors or
advanced placement classes that he could get, and I just stuck with the normal
classes and even took some of the dumbed down ones from then on out.
I know that’s just an excuse and we could have found a way
to meet up before or afterschool or something to make it work, but I got lazy.
I got tired. And after a while I didn’t even check my e-mails or messages on
other sites we were on together.
I really miss writing those stories with him though. He made
action/horror/suspense/adventure stories that were so cool and developed that I
almost believed he’d gotten some of the ideas from experience.
Wish I could write like that.
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