In 5th Grade:
Our fearless leader responsible for every last rebellion we held against the tyrannical rule of our totalitarian parents who sternly ordered us out of pine trees and into new, clean clothes. He led us into battle on soccer fields and random forests and snowy hills and he would let no man forget his duty to the whole, which only existed in a few children I saw, ready to grow and learn.
In 8th Grade:
Exactly one half of my best friends, and they both talked and stimulated thought and naively, we thought we were ready for the world, but mainly because we had each other. These were the days of a fierce triumvirate; these were the days of sleepovers and computer games; these were the days of tree-forts, bagels and a Whidbey Island childhood; these were the days friendship turned to love.
In 10th Grade:
My long-gone brother who sensibly left us for opportunity when it presented itself and he only received well-wished thoughts as my young heart missed him and we all quietly, privately mourned. We lacked something without him, but our memories made up for what we missed and our imagination kept the future intact. And when I saw him, we always hugged and smiled because we could see, it will always be the same.
In 12th Grade:
He wasn’t lost or long-gone or even absent as he was present when I needed him and oftentimes when I didn’t, which seemed better to me, or at least more impressive. During this time, we dappled with drugs and drank occasionally and enjoyed the opportunity to transcend reality together. Man, these times created more meaning and more reality and more understanding than one usually expects from drugs; but to be in the slightest binge with Noah was artistic in itself.
Now:
A part of my soul, which over the years took what it could from his bizarre, daring persona as I watched bewildered while he pushed me and the most important people into a different side of consciousness. Who inspired us, and was inspired by us, and didn’t hold (didn’t want to hold) any leadership over us although I will always think of him as our bold champion and follow him, but only when he chooses his own direction.
Our fearless leader responsible for every last rebellion we held against the tyrannical rule of our totalitarian parents who sternly ordered us out of pine trees and into new, clean clothes. He led us into battle on soccer fields and random forests and snowy hills and he would let no man forget his duty to the whole, which only existed in a few children I saw, ready to grow and learn.
In 8th Grade:
Exactly one half of my best friends, and they both talked and stimulated thought and naively, we thought we were ready for the world, but mainly because we had each other. These were the days of a fierce triumvirate; these were the days of sleepovers and computer games; these were the days of tree-forts, bagels and a Whidbey Island childhood; these were the days friendship turned to love.
In 10th Grade:
My long-gone brother who sensibly left us for opportunity when it presented itself and he only received well-wished thoughts as my young heart missed him and we all quietly, privately mourned. We lacked something without him, but our memories made up for what we missed and our imagination kept the future intact. And when I saw him, we always hugged and smiled because we could see, it will always be the same.
In 12th Grade:
He wasn’t lost or long-gone or even absent as he was present when I needed him and oftentimes when I didn’t, which seemed better to me, or at least more impressive. During this time, we dappled with drugs and drank occasionally and enjoyed the opportunity to transcend reality together. Man, these times created more meaning and more reality and more understanding than one usually expects from drugs; but to be in the slightest binge with Noah was artistic in itself.
Now:
A part of my soul, which over the years took what it could from his bizarre, daring persona as I watched bewildered while he pushed me and the most important people into a different side of consciousness. Who inspired us, and was inspired by us, and didn’t hold (didn’t want to hold) any leadership over us although I will always think of him as our bold champion and follow him, but only when he chooses his own direction.
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