Today I actually sent myself notes to remind myself what I wanted to say… This song came on the radio on my way to friends, and it sent me off into another time…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9e157Ner90 , where were you when this song came out??? I was hanging with Century *isn’t that the coolest name??? * The summer this played on the radio, it sends me into the memories of her and her boyfriend *though honestly I cannot remember his name*… She and I had become friends from school, and I spent most of the summer with her, her boyfriend, his younger brother *which is ultimately what this is about* and their mother… Danny, a very hot guy, always surrounded by at least four girls… OMG!!! I had such a crush on him… He was this free spirit of guy, the one I always fall for, the one who saw just that moment and no more than that… He was so funny, and he came off almost feminine, though I can assure you he was all guy… He taught me so much about being who you are, being in the magic, and not letting what others thought bug you… We were honestly friends, he would do these crazy impressions, and he would scream like a girl, or act like a tough guy… He was just so scrumptious… There was one day, we had scrapped together money to go up to the store and get dinner stuff, on the way up we had been talking about what if we had money for this or that??? While in the store I found a hundred dollar bill, no owner around I got so excited and I showed him, after shopping he took my hand and we actually skipped joyfully all the way back to his house *a few blocks*… I do not remember what we bought, though I remember we made a big dinner for everyone and we all sat out and talked until late into the night… How many seventeen year old boys do you know that are will to skip??? He would do all the moves to this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_HlTGzkKeE OMG!!! I would laugh so hard… He was an amazing energy, this summer I taught him how to drive, no one else would let him try because he would grind the gears, I remember the first time he did that in my car; I laughed and said if you can’t find them grind them, he laughed too, then you could see him relax and figure out how to shift… After this summer like life at that time in my life, we lost touch… I ran into Century at the college the year my son was born, and she told me this gorgeous energy had died, he had been in a head on collision with a semi, three girls and him on the freeway… It stills make me tear you will not know the joy of this being… He still comes to mind, and I still laugh at his willingness to be who he came here to be…
So our next stop is in Oregon City, it was absolutely gorgeous today!!! If you know Oregon City, then odds are you know of High Rocks… Ohhh the misdeeds of my crazy youth, now I just would like it known that rarely was I the one with the initial idea, however I could be counted on to be the one to carry out the deed… Landing me in a bit of trouble from time to time… I was banished more than once from being allowed to hang out with my friends, as the bad influence… lol… I was the bad influence I was the influenced… Now obviously I have friends that I will never let you speak to, because if I did they could and would tell you stories even I don’t remember until they arein the process being brought up, and I realize you are going to hear some very revealing stuff… So let’s just say I grew up in the hay day of things like High Rocks, a fun albeit dangerous part of the river in which the dress code is the skimpiest of cut off shorts and a couple strings bathing suit top… The rocks are *of course* high, and everyone jumps into the river floats down and does it again *it is important that you know there are many rocks in the river to be cautious of*… Every year there are fatalities from this adventure mixed with various this and that substances and alcohol, it was no different back then… None of that made any difference to us… You could also say my parental guidance was minimal allowing me way more freedom than may have been wise… Recently over the last year I was lucky as to find a boy I dated at this time in my life and tell him how glad I was to have had him in my life then, and he has been so kind as to gift me his friendship now… How lucky am I??? I tell you this mostly because it was today that I finally figured out where I had met him… We have talked a bit about what we remember about our really lengthy relationship back then *I think it was a month or two,giggle* and many things were a blur and many popped up easily, it had been bugging me as to how he came to be in my life, and I remember his sister and her boyfriend were friends of my friends, and we ran into him down by the river… I think we have even stayed the night down there one night *HIgh Rocks*… Anyway, today while waiting for my friends at the Oregon City Shopping Center, the air smelled of the river, the river of High Rocks, and High Rocks brought back the memories… How funny…
We also traveled through the land of 82nd avenue, now to be a kid/teenager at this time meant you had to cruise 82nd… Anyone who was anyone was there Friday and Saturday night, the air smelled of cigarettes and bong hits mixed with gasoline fumes and burning rubber… It was very much like American Graffiti with big hair and the beginnings of eighties music blaring from every car… I cannot say I enjoyed the chaos, though it was very exciting for sure, and for the good girl I had been before 15, that had a great deal of appeal… As much as I have no desire to go back there, I do not regret it… I have discovered a lot about me by looking at all of this and more… And frankly I still love the smell of it…