Archive for October, 2011

A Boy Named John

Posted by: Ms Ayain Ms Aya's Papers
7
Oct

Mood: Sentimental

Once upon a time, there was this boy named John who lives nearby my house. 

I don’t exactly remember when my brother and I befriended him but it was definitely at the time I was half the height I am today.

Friendly, helpful, handy and polite — These traits of his stood out nonetheless. I would say — John made a fine example of a typical boy scout. (Laughs)

He wasn’t dashing and handsome in my opinion however, John certainly possessed strong and rare qualities of a fine and chivalry boy. In addition, he was skillful and talented. Computer literate, resourceful and heck — He could even repair cars! <OAO>!!!

One time, my uncle’s car had problems and John, who always circled the neighborhood on his navy blue and yellow bicycle saw my uncle struggling with the engine and stopped to have a look.

The 12 year old (or younger…perhaps) studied the car engine, tweaked around with the wrench and voila — The engine came back to life! <OAO>!!!

My uncle was so amazed and indeed, impressed! <OAO>

John has helped my brother in configuring his computer and sometimes, fix my bicycle.

There were several times he accompanied me when I had to walk to the sundry shop alone. Although it was nearby, he would be on his bicycle and we will chat about the happenings in our neighborhood.

I admit, I had not been so nice to John and I remember being rude and bratty towards him for absolutely no reason.

However, I shall never forget this good deed of his. <´•ω•`> 

One day, the girls were planning to make a tree house. I had planks and some materials in my house that we could use but I needed help to carry over to the playground.

The girls were eager to set up the house but were unwilling to do the labor.

So I thought if I were to carry the tools and planks over, we could start setting the tree house.

As I was dragging the planks out of my house, John stopped by and asked what the heck am I up to. In excitement, I told him about the tree house plan and then…

He got off his bicycle and said to leave everything to him.

Well.. he really meant EVERYTHING.

He transferred the necessary tools and materials.. Even used some of his own and begun setting the tree house for us.

I helped out a little bit but the girls did not do much. Instead, they bossed John around and instructed him to do many stupid things.

Very unkind of the girls, agree?

Besides the girls (and myself), I find his parents to be too rude and strict on him.

John hardly spoke of his family and when I happened to see them, they were either scolding John for helping people or coming home after 7p.m.

As John’s parents, they should be proud of his talents and capabilities.

Anyway.

John managed to build the tree house for us and we had lots of fun with it.

There were a couple of times the tree house fell apart because some hooligans came over and vandalized it. Also partly because the tree house could not carry too many kids.

So John helped by repairing until the day we decided that the tree house will forever be vandalized and eventually grew out of it. (Laughs)

Thereafter when I became 12, I hardly spoken to John as I had new friends (Fe and Nic.. ‘Yokey and Humming Bird’).

We traded ‘Hellos’ each time we met but when I got into high school, I saw him even less.

John was rarely seen cycling around.

My neighborhood friends actually begun to fade and by the time I left my home town for good, suddenly everyone seemed like strangers.

I remember saying goodbye to Humming Bird and Yokey, some of my brother’s friends who watched over me but — I don’t recall bidding farewell to John.

My brother may have spoken to him though.

Perhaps I was too busy having a heart break over my crush who never seem to take notice of my existence.

Speaking of crushes, I never had a crush on John.

And right now I am questioning myself — WHY?

Why did I not feel for this boy whom actually bother about me? I knew he liked 1 of the neighbor girls and it never bothered me (In fact, I teased John about this) however, I’m just wondering why I missed such a good person.

In any case, I have no regrets for not having that butterfly-in-yo-stomach feeling. I’m just happy I had at least gotten a chance to know and befriend a very good boy.

There’s no news on John’s whereabouts and it’s hard to search for him (unless he is still staying in that house; the brown gate which he and his father painted!).

I really wish the best for him and that he still possess those admirable and golden qualities of his.

John’s good image is preserved in my mind and heart.

My mother and I were talking about the kids in the old neighborhood and we spoke about John. I told mum how nice and kind he was towards me.

So now.. I tell you with an honest and grateful heart — About a boy named John.

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Uh … Please bear in mind that John is NOT DEAD. 

(Laughs nervously) This post certainly sounds like a memoir or one of those mourning speech for the dead however — NO!!! I think… he is still alive. John is 1 year my senior and … Yea… He should be alive… <—ω—>

Baa~!

Suppose I could ever see him once more, I would like to express my gratitude and respect for giving me a beautiful childhood memory to recollect and smile upon. <u__u>

(Laughs) Oh well… Are you feeling sentimental just like me? Thinking and reminiscing about some people who crossed your path and left a deep and meaningful impression?