These are the thoughts of a Texas transplant in West Michigan who makes his living as a newspaper reporter by evening, and a struggling novelist by day.

Monday, August 04, 2008

a blast from the past

i was talking to my sister last week about our dad and our aunt who's sick and a bunch of other stuff. basically reminiscening about life.

all of a sudden she says, "do you remember billy beaver?"

i hadn't heard that name in ages, more than a decade, i'd say. but i immediately knew who billy beaver was. i chuckled as tons of memories came flooding back.

when i was about 18 or 19, i created a slew of characters for my sister linda who's several years younger than me i don't remember why but i did. i guess it's living at the ranch, not much to do in terms of entertainment, i had my vision loss and didn't go out much and i had a younger sister.

so one day or night, i came up with billy beaver, who was a mischievous, rambunctious little animal. he had friends (but i can't recall their names now). he and his friends would get into trouble and have adventures. it was a lot of fun.

linda'd go to bed early since she was a kid. i'd say my goodnight and then sit by the edge of the bed and tell her a bedtime story pretty much. they were tales of billy and his buds. i'd come up with the story on the spot and i'd go with it. i even had a voice for billy; it was a nasal voice. i can't duplicate it anymore. with age, my voice has changed. still i remember the voice.

those were good times, times when life was pretty simple, no disease or we were all young, not many worries (except me getting booted from college for a semester for being bad). i liked those times. if we can't go back, then at least we've got the memories to help us along and smile when we need to remember.


Anonymous Red said...

You got kicked out of college????
Also, you can never again make fun of my Bucky Beaver stuffed animal.

6:43 PM


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