I found out a few years ago that my best friend from my childhood, Ronnie, had died in an automobile accident up in Alaska where he was working. I am still sad as I had wanted to get in contact with him and try to get together, I waited too long...
I busted in (on a 50th reunion) of the 1968 class from the town I grew up in. I had moved following 8th grade as my parents wanted me to go to a larger school. Our move went fine, and I made new friends, but they were never like the friends that I had grown up with. I really enjoyed seeing the people I had grown up with. One guy especially was really good to see. He was the other guy I spent most of my time with when my best Ronnie was not around. Lynn (his name) told me that after I left town that summer of 1964, that he had become best friends with Ronnie, that made since as they both were really good guys.
After I moved, I did go to a larger high school and made lots of good friends. But none were like the kids I grew up with. I still see Lynn at times, and we enjoy recalling our time in the small town in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado...not a bad place to grow up in the 1950's...