Phillip Hong
28 March, 2008
The car was driving down a very quiet street on Good Friday. Brandon
and I were looking for his old house and as we counted the numbers, a
pair of railroad tracks started to come alight.
"Ahh, there it is," he exclaimed. He used to live near train tracks, and
his house was seen on the right side of his car. Quite a bit has changed
in his old neighbourhood, according to Brandon, including the closing of
a video rental store.
He then proceeded to park in the spot next to his childhood home, and
we contemplated what to do next.
"My neighbour was a very religious person, so she might not
even be at home".
Brandon proceeded to get out of his car and knocked on the door. A slight
creak opened, and he was let inside slowly.
After quite a few minutes later, he came out of the door, smiling amicably.
His neighbour still lives there! And the minute the door was opened, she
remarked that he looked a lot like his mother. This was emotionally
enlightening for sure.
"There used to be a racetrack where we used to run around and hold Track
and Field Day (around the Primary school). School officials used to tell
us not to play in a certain area of the schoolyard, but there wasn't much
of a reason why."
Brandon has been to quite a few more schools than I have in his childhood
life; there's the Primary school that was built in the late 50s, or
a junior high school that still have their portables after all these
years.
In the end, it took just under an hour to reveal his childhood life.
Unlike my emotional whining into my own past with such vivid memories,
Brandon was just as straightforward as his personality; no excrement,
and there you go.
We then went to Taco Bell for lunch; a very
emotional place for our Brandon.
