viciouskillersquirrel
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In these days of Facebook, Twitter and social networks, it seems almost impossible to just lose track of someone and never be able to find out about what they're doing now (assuming they haven't been murdered or something). A few short years ago, however, this sort of thing was a common occurence - people would move away, move on and distance, time and the complexity of life would occlude their whereabouts from you even if you wanted to try to find them. Tracking down that high school friend or that summer fling once took a herculean effort and you really needed to be looking for them. Today, all it takes is a Facebook search or they just turn up in your "People you might know" notification thing.
Anyway, this thread is about those people who, for one reason or another, are lost to you. You can't google their names or add them to Facebook because the search either brings up too many results to count or none at all. Perhaps you haven't even the slightest clue as to what to search for.
For me, there's two people I remember as a kid, but these days would take nothing short of the hiring of a private detective to track them down. I knew these kids before I ever figured out why surnames were important, so I wouldn't know who to search for anyway.
Georgie - At the age of eight years old, I had the biggest crush on this girl. She lived down the street from me (in a fairly rough neighbourhood) and reminded me of a slightly more cherubic, curly-haired, tanned version of Winnie Cooper from The Wonder Years. I constructed elaborate fantasy scenarios about her in my mind and one time when I saw her in a onesie, I just about melted. Thing was that I was a little afraid to talk to her, so we neve became chummy, but I remember how she made my eight-year-old self feel.
We moved away and I never saw her again. Sometimes I wonder what she's done since then. Knowing the neighbourhood though, it's likely she has three kids, more than a few tattoos and an abusive boyfriend with a drinking problem. I hope not.
Danny - This kid sat next to me on the bus and talked about all sorts of stuff. He was a year older than me, from a different school and he was my hero. He taught me who the Nazis were and that I should hate them (I didn't know why I should, I just took him at his word) and introduced me to the cool cartoons, like the ones on ABC Kids and Sonic the Hedghog.
He would come over to my house and we'd play Nintendo. Mum never liked him all that much and told me years later that she thought he was a bully in the same way my cousins bully their younger siblings. I remember not caring. Danny had a mullet with a little rat's tail and I thought he was the coolest, his tendency to hog the controller notwithstanding.
He was the one who moved away and not me. I wonder what he's doing now. Probably working as a tradesman somewhere, I expect. Probably pisses away all his pay each weekend, which'd be a little sad at his age, but he doesn't care. Maybe he has a Southern Cross tatt. I dunno. He seemed to have a bunch of bogan tendencies even as a kid.
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I wonder if these people even remember me? What about you, GAF? Any kids you remember that you have no way of finding now?
Anyway, this thread is about those people who, for one reason or another, are lost to you. You can't google their names or add them to Facebook because the search either brings up too many results to count or none at all. Perhaps you haven't even the slightest clue as to what to search for.
For me, there's two people I remember as a kid, but these days would take nothing short of the hiring of a private detective to track them down. I knew these kids before I ever figured out why surnames were important, so I wouldn't know who to search for anyway.
Georgie - At the age of eight years old, I had the biggest crush on this girl. She lived down the street from me (in a fairly rough neighbourhood) and reminded me of a slightly more cherubic, curly-haired, tanned version of Winnie Cooper from The Wonder Years. I constructed elaborate fantasy scenarios about her in my mind and one time when I saw her in a onesie, I just about melted. Thing was that I was a little afraid to talk to her, so we neve became chummy, but I remember how she made my eight-year-old self feel.
We moved away and I never saw her again. Sometimes I wonder what she's done since then. Knowing the neighbourhood though, it's likely she has three kids, more than a few tattoos and an abusive boyfriend with a drinking problem. I hope not.
Danny - This kid sat next to me on the bus and talked about all sorts of stuff. He was a year older than me, from a different school and he was my hero. He taught me who the Nazis were and that I should hate them (I didn't know why I should, I just took him at his word) and introduced me to the cool cartoons, like the ones on ABC Kids and Sonic the Hedghog.
He would come over to my house and we'd play Nintendo. Mum never liked him all that much and told me years later that she thought he was a bully in the same way my cousins bully their younger siblings. I remember not caring. Danny had a mullet with a little rat's tail and I thought he was the coolest, his tendency to hog the controller notwithstanding.
He was the one who moved away and not me. I wonder what he's doing now. Probably working as a tradesman somewhere, I expect. Probably pisses away all his pay each weekend, which'd be a little sad at his age, but he doesn't care. Maybe he has a Southern Cross tatt. I dunno. He seemed to have a bunch of bogan tendencies even as a kid.
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I wonder if these people even remember me? What about you, GAF? Any kids you remember that you have no way of finding now?
