So last night Megan asks me to tell her the story about me being bullied in junior high. I’ve never held anything back with the kids. I tell them things as they are in as best a way I can for them to understand them at their age. So, I told her about being beaten up and teased and really getting hurt in my grade 8 & 9 years.
I told her the story about Steve Rooney and getting my head bashed in and the whole thing around that. But then, in an offhand comment, I mentioned that although I was bullied a lot during that time, I fell in love with someone and so getting to see her everyday made it tolerable.
She asked me about some questions about this girl and Tamara was kind of smiling about it. It was a little embarrassing it to talk about but it was like 30 years ago and was part of my life then. She asked me what this girl looked like and if I had any photos of her. I said I did in an old album and then the conversation ended. I figured I would never hear her mention it again.
Sure enough, tonite she asks if she can see a picture of this girl. So, I dug out my old photo album, showed her the photo and a few other older ones and she was content.
Feels a bit weird talking about such old stuff to her, but it also made me smile and think of an old friend and how much time has passed.
Funny how things from your past come back in one form or another, especially when you have kids.
