Twelve years old you

Katheryn 2022-01-25 08:01:53

One morning you woke up from your sleep.
It's too early, you feel that there is nothing to do.
So you start to remember.
You suddenly realize that you can't even remember the names of people who were once very important in your life.
They are dead in your memory.
Disappeared. It's like it never existed.

At this moment you remembered.
The twelve-year-old summer vacation, everything started with children's adventures.
You blink.
The childish faces of the twelve-year-old friends emerged one by one. If you think about it carefully, you can also tell their favorite snacks, their crushes, and their little secrets.
You find the DV copy taken by your childhood sweetheart, pull out the obsolete CD-ROM drive, and pray that you can still see the image.
Then you see the constantly shaking picture and listen to some vague sounds.
You think of you in the past and the future-the details you have to forget, but you still remember the indifference in their eyes when you see them again.
——Will it become like them? Or have they become like this?
Twelve years old, the most intimate age, it seems that I can't come back.

You close your eyes and feel that the morning sun is a bit dazzling.
You see four children chatting and playing around under a big tree.
There are also four young people with sullen faces and expressionless faces, occasionally showing the smiling faces of childhood.
When you were a child, you often fantasized about scenes where your future friends would still play together.
But then you grow up and forget your fantasies, and even about to forget your memories.
You find that the previous fantasy and reality are too far apart.

You close your eyes tightly, trying to remember their names, their faces, and the things they did.
It seems that you think you remember, but it is difficult to describe.
In the early winter morning, you feel that the morning sun is dazzling and a little sad.


[Although I haven't seen him for ten years, I know I will miss him very much. ]
[I never made friends like this again, like those I knew when I was twelve years old. ]
[Jesus, does anyone?]

When this line of words appeared in the subtitles, I couldn't avoid tears.

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  • Alexys 2021-10-20 19:01:10

    Whether it’s the shadow or the memory, the longer it is, the deeper it will be for the collision in the second half of life? Maybe when I get old, I will be as melancholy as Godot sitting in front of a typewriter? Oh, childhood, buddy...

  • Jamar 2022-03-24 09:01:16

    The children played really well. I felt sorry for myself and had no friends when I was 12 years old.

Stand by Me quotes

  • The Writer: As time went on, we saw less and less of Teddy and Vern until, eventually, they became just two more faces in the halls. Happens sometimes, friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant. I heard that Vern got married out of high school, had four kids, and is now the forklift operator at the Arseno Lumberyard. Teddy tried several times to get into the Army, but his eyes and his ear kept him out. Last I heard, he had spent some time in jail and was now doing odd jobs around Castle Rock.

    Chris: I'm never gonna get out of this town, am I, Gordie?

    Gordie: You can do anything you want, man.

    Chris: Yeah. Sure.

    [Staring at each other for a moment]

    Chris: Give me some skin.

    [They share their handshake]

    Gordie: I'll see ya.

    Chris: Not if I see you first.

    The Writer: Chris did get out. He enrolled in the college courses with me and, although, it was hard, he gutted it out like he always did. He went on to college and, eventually, became a lawyer. Last week, he entered a fast food restaurant. Just ahead of him, two men got into an argument. One of them pulled a knife. Chris, who had always made the best peace, tried to break it up. He was stabbed in the throat. He died almost instantly.

    The Writer: [the Writer typing on his computer] Although I hadn't seen him in more than ten years, I know I'll miss him forever.

    Gordon's Son: Dad, can we go now?

    The Writer: You ready?

    Gordon's Son: Yeah, we've been ready for an hour.

    The Writer: [laughs] Okay, I'll be right there.

    His Friend: He said that a half hour ago.

    Gordon's Son: Yeah, my dad's weird. He gets like that when he's writing.

    The Writer: [Continues typing] I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12. Jesus, does anyone?

  • Gordie: [about the gun in his hand] Is it loaded?

    Chris: Hell, no. What do you think I am.

    [Gordie pulls the trigger and the gun fires a bullet that hits a garbage can]

    GordieChris: JESUS!

    Gordie: Let's get out of here!

    [both run out of the alley and down the street and Gordie shoots the guns as they run]

    Chris: Gordie did it. Gordie LaChance is shooting up Castle Rock.

    Gordie: [shouting] SHUT UP!

    Waitress: Hey who did that? Who's setting off Cherry Bombs out here?