By Jeremy, the Fat Chomper
Thinking back to the grand old days of Grody Jody, The Howard Hedger Golden Eagles, and the blue house on Lincoln street has me feeling all warm/fuzzy/nostalgic inside.
I was living in Aberdeen, South Dakota, a green-horn grade school student, with hair parted down the middle and I was wearing pin striped J.C. Penny husky jeans(large size thighs). I share with you now three lessons I wish I hadn’t learned way back then.
1. It’s Hard to Be Yourself (Sorry Grody Jody)
To me she was beautiful. I thought about her all the time. Her name was Jody and she was the center of my universe. I couldn’t take it any longer and I started to make feeble attempts to communicate my inner desires. I actually looked at her and made eye contact for more than 2 seconds. Oh heartbeat. I said “hello”. Once, I even brushed up against her and our shoulders touched. I knew she felt it too. I was going to tell her exactly how I felt. I mistakenly told my friends and their reply was “I can’t believe you like Grody Jody!!!” followed by perpetual ribbing. What would I do?
I would like to say that I ignored them and told her exactly how I felt. Can’t do that. As I was leaving school one afternoon I noticed her walking in my direction with a smile on my face. I also noticed that my friends were just on the other side of the playground looking right at me. I did what any other upstanding, love ridden, school boy would do…..I flipped her the bird and called her Grody Jody. She was crushed, I felt awful, my friends laughed.
To make matters worse my dad saw what I had done as he was waiting to drive me home (another story entirely).
Where would I be if I had just followed my heart. Sorry Jody.
2. Nothing Lasts Forever
I was twelve, sitting outside with my brother, when I heard the crash from inside the house. My dad walked outside, said he would talk to us later, and that everything would be just fine. We ran in and saw our mom sitting on the couch crying, a broken lamp in pieces on the ground.
I knew what had happened and immediately started to cry. Our light blue picture perfect house on Lincoln Street suddenly became a house without two parents.
I wish I didn’t have to learn that my parents weren’t perfect. I wasn’t ready for the truth. I still look back at that day as one of the saddest of my life.
3. Friendship Atrophy
Aberdeen, South Dakota was home to 5 of my closest friends ever: Abram, Brian, Kent, Jeff, and Chris. We all went to Howard Hedger Elementary School. We did everything together. Sleep overs, bike rides with the cards in the spokes, trampolines, Boy Scouts, sports, you name it.
As a result of that fateful day with that broken lamp, I soon moved away from my best friends to Quincy, Illinois. I have now completely lost touch with all of them. I can remember everything we did vividly, and my time with them helped shape who I am as an adult. I loved those guys, and I miss them to this day.
Of course I have made new friends since then. But nothing like those guys. Something about crab apple fights, trick or treating, and flag football can never be duplicated in my adult life.
1. Sorry Jody. Sorry Dad.
2. I forgive you mom and dad
3. Where are you my old friends?
4. I miss the Hub City (Aberdeen)
I wish I never learned those lessons when I did, but I also know those events helped shape who I am right now. I’m married to a beautiful woman. I am a father to the most special girl in the entire world. I also have great friends who help me get into new kinds of mischief.
It’s our steps that make us….Don’t forget to pay attention to each step you’re on. It won’t be there forever.
About The Author: The Fat Chomper is a guy named Jeremy that loves to write about life, running, music, books, and whatever else moves him at the moment. He is a geeky dude that lives in the woods who passes time writing Chew The Fat. Please subscribe to Jeremy’s updates and join the conversation.