Yesterday the oddest thing happened. My step father called me and said he'd gotten a phone call from someone that was looking for me. When he told me this person's name I didn't recognize it at first. He said he used to live across the street from me. And so he did, when I was 12 and he moved away when I was 14. I was in fact so in love with him. Well as in love as a little girl that age can be. My stepfather told him he'd give me his number and I could call him if I wanted to. I have no idea how he tracked me down through my stepfather as my mother at the time I knew him was married to my father and we lived in another town.
I was too chicken to call him. He is in Utah now. I know this because I looked up his number in the reverse phone number website. Very strange.
If I get up the courage I may just call him to find out how he found me. He'd be probably 54 or 55 by now, he was older than me by a couple of years. WOW. I often wonder if the people who have come and gone out of my life ever think of me as I think of them and maybe some do, huh? I have wondered a few times whatever happened to him. You just never know.