• Dear Journal:

    I remember when I was a child I wasn’t much of a talker. I wasn’t actively playing with the other children since I was either playing on the swing set or at home playing video games. I cannot count how many times I’ve slain that over grown turtle with the gigantic spikes. My mother would sometimes get worried about me when I was playing video games for hours on end. But then again, what self respecting parent wouldn’t? I would occasionally get a visit from either my cousins, or my oldest friend. Oh boy the times he and I shared together conquering the unknown, continuously fighting it out to the death, and last but not least, the times he and I shared when we were facing the greatest of evils the universe had ever seen... Well, at least that’s what we were “adventuring”. My cousins... They were great. Whenever I needed somebody to relate to, or to have challenge me over and over at... well pretty much anything, they were always up to it, hell, they still are! There is something about my childhood I am forgetting, but I cannot quite put my finger on it... Oh yeah! There was this one girl that kept following me wherever I go. She always looked at me as if she had stars in her eyes, constantly wondering what I was doing, if I was busy, and if she could join me. Most of the time I tried to get away since, as a young boy, I was not really interested in girls that much. However, she was always there, whether I wanted her there or not. She would knock at my door asking my mother if I could come out and play. Naturally, my mother thought it cute that a girl was knocking at my door wanting me to chase around the yard like a dog would another.
     

    The last day of grade school was the last day I saw this girl. When I was starting up high school, the girl and her parents decided to move to Dalhousie. I remember the look on her face the last time I saw her. I had mixed feelings that day, ranging from relief, to sympathy since I felt as if she was a friend of mine. Ah heck, what am I saying? She was a friend of mine. The last words I heard from her before her parents drove off are burnt into my memory like words on a tombstone. Her words were:

    -Serge, I might be moving away, but I will find you one again one day, and we will be happy!

    To this day, I still have no idea what she meant by that statement. Well... that last part anyway. What makes me think that you might ask? I don’t know myself, but I doubt this is the last I have heard of Sydney...