Randy Seaver over at Genea-Musings always has such terrific Saturday night fun, and I finally have a chance to participate. He asked us to recall one of our favorite memories growing up.
I came of age in the 1980s, and I was shaped by the music and culture of that time. But one of my favorite memories–group of memories, really–are the times I shared with my childhood best friend Brandon growing up in Prince George’s County, Maryland in a sprawling apartment complex on Branch Avenue. Brandon looms very large in my memory, because we were two highly adventurous children who were really artists in our hearts.
We spent most of our time dancing, drawing, acting, singing, making books, creating “shows” we would put on for our friends and parents, and generally inhabiting a play-world all our own. We had clubhouses in the woods. We climbed trees and roller-skated. We watched every episode of “Dynasty” and “Knots Landing”. We got in trouble together. We’d get teased for being best friends (as a boy & girl) but we didn’t care and thankfully neither did our parents. We were two little dreamers and the apartments where we lived served as the perfect backdrop for our escapades, with its large pool, rec center, and tennis courts. I’ll never forget all the good times we had from about the age of 9-10 until we graduated high school.
Brandon moved to New York where he later became a professional dancer with the Alvin Ailey School of Dance. We’re still great friends and often wonder how in the heck we got to be 40 years old. Recently on a visit, Brandon and I went back to that apartment complex of our childhood, and walked around with a video camera, reminiscing (oh the genealogist in me never quits;)). My childhood is the bright & shining color of yellow because of Brandon. In my mind’s eye, we’ll always be those two oddball kids, ready to take on the world.