I may have mentioned it, before… I ran into a video of an old friend a while back. You know, after I searched for his name on a whim, and landed on his YouTube channel. What a coincidence!
Now, don’t get the wrong idea. When I say “old” I mean, really old. Like known-him-since-cradle-roll old. Like, I’m pretty sure his mom really does love me best, old. Like, the thought of him being a real-life, honest-to-goodness grown-up still makes me giggle old.
No. It’s not the thought of him being a grown up that makes me giggle. It’s the fact that he really hasn’t changed all that much. He was always a grownup. Now, he’s taller.
So, here’s this video of him grown-upping.
Sort of. He’s soldering together an electronics kit, and you can tell that he’s a grown-up by the way he does this without adult supervision. Other than that, he’s exactly the same. (Except taller.)
I’d link to the video, but let’s be honest. I was always the wild one. I’m not going to ambush him with an unexpected audience.
The last time I saw him in real life, we were about eleven. We stayed in touch until about 9th grade.
And now–probably because of my sister–I’m on a real nostalgia trip. You can’t get more nostalgic than homemade donuts and picking blackberries. Unless it’s jumping into piles of freshly-raked leaves. Good times.
I don’t really know what the point of this is, either.