28 May 2011

Behr Pick: Red Bear

When I was five years old, I made my first friend in kindergarten: his name was Kirk and he was a redhead. And I loved Kirk. I called him "Cookie." I vaguely remember being invited to his birthday party - probably because we were in the same class rather than his actual wanting me to be there.

He moved away shortly thereafter. I remember being devastated. So much so that even to this day, every time I see or meet a redheaded "Kirk" who is around my age I secretly wonder: is this him?

BEHR HUGS

7 comments:

Stan said...

Here's hoping we both find our "Kirk's" again some day. Have a great weekend Mark.
Hugs,
Stan

Anonymous said...

who is the picture. he is so cute

SteveA said...

Sweet story - what a memory to hold for so long!

Cubby said...

Bring me a bottle of Miss Clairol #64Red and I'll let you call me Kirk all you'd like.

Nik_TheGreek said...

nice story...
Have you tried finding him online on facebook or other social websites?

Wonder Man said...

well he's hot

CJ/Rick said...

I can remember being devastated when a friend would move away never to hear from them again. I'd think they didn't love me like I loved them.