One of my fondest obscure memories (obscure in the sense that it was just a one-off outing), was when one of the leaders from camp took me and another boy out for the day, some weeks after the camp. He took us to watch a sports game, and down to the water to watch the sailing. It might have been two separate occasions, I can't quite remember. He was the loveliest guy, and the other kid was good company too. I enjoyed the both of them a lot. Sadly, I took them somewhat for granted, and never really kept in touch afterwards. It's one of those life's regrets wondering what good friends we might have been if we had kept seeing each other. Sometimes I wonder what became of them. I can barely remember the guy's name, and the other boy's not at all. Fod |