I went to Ralphs today to pick up a few things for mom.
On my way down the bread aisle I passed by a man pushing his shopping cart. This guy was a giant.... at least 6 feet 4... and at least 200 pounds.
Our grocery cart clicked. "oh sorry". I adjusted my path and glanced up for a brief second.
Within that microsecond, we made eye contact.
It's funny how the human mind works... and what things we remember from the past. I knew his full name. He went to my elementary school, and we were in the same 3rd grade class. I knew the name of his best friend then. They were inseparable... zooming around the carpeted classroom floor with their beloved toy trunks and engines. He wore striped overalls and was a train conductor one Halloween.
And I specifically remember a scene during circle time when our teacher confiscated his muddy toy stick... and stuffed it in her bra.
Aside from the same sandy brown hair, I could swear this person looks completely different. In fact, despite him being a classmate, I'd barely spoke to then... it was the era when boys had cooties.
Yet I recognized him after over a decade. Similarly, his blue eyes bared into mine with a sense of recognition.
and then we continued our separate ways down the grocery aisle.