Thursday, May 28, 2015

May 28: Writing Prompt #148-Elevator from the Past

You’re stuck in an elevator with a person from your past. Write this scene.
I’m a little stumped on this one. Too tired to think….whose the first person from my past that comes to mind….well, I do often think of those I went to school with or grew up with. Thanks to social media, there’s only a very few left who I don’t know anything about anymore, and if I were to meet one of them in an elevator, I can imagine it would start out with hugs and hellos and questions about where and what we are both up to in our individual lives.  This is kind of what high school reunions are for, right? Unfortunately, for me, my friends not only came from my own high school, but also the one across town that my brothers graduated from and also from my church (several of whom moved away and graduated from other schools in different states), so it would truly be hard for me to ever reunite with all my friends from that time period. 
The area I came from in Alabama is so transient due to the fact that it is home to the Space and Missile Defense Command (SMDC) and Redstone Arsenal.  In fact, half of the people I met out on Kwajalein live there now (Huntsville) because it’s also home to Kwajalein Range Services (KRS), so it’s not very much like the “South” as all the stereotypes would suggest because families came and go from all over.  They do not all have heavy, lazy southern accents, and they are not all hicks and “country,” but that’s because hardly anyone actually was born and grew up there.  It’s just one of the stops on their journey of life.  Of course, I didn’t realize that it was not like the stereotypical South until I moved away from it, and maybe that’s part of the reason I like traveling and am not scared to move to a brand new place because I watched so many friends come and go, and I even voluntarily chose to move with my mom to a new school district after middle school.  I was, obviously, not a military brat, and I don’t really wish I was, but I do admire my friends who make that choice and the sacrifice. Growing up around so many who were military or moved around like military brats helped me appreciate what it means to serve, and I have so much respect for the families who support their military spouses. Living that way, moving every couple of years, for the most part, creates such well-rounded individuals who are socially mature, flexible, and very, very adaptable to change.  Amazing!! A lot of my social maturity and adaptability to change came later, but being around others who already had those skills growing up opened me up to the idea that I could be that way too someday.    

So, although I got off on a rabbit trail there…call it my tired brain (I’m in random mode) my person from the past in the elevator, it would be all those friends that “disappeared” from my life over 20 years ago that I have never reconnected with.  Those growing up days are pretty special, no matter how difficult or chaotic they may have been because they made us who we are today. 

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