~It was the first kiss for both of us. We never really talked about it afterwards, but I think about the events of that day again and again, and somehow I know Winnie does too, whenever some blowhard starts talking about the anonymity of the suburbs, or the mindlessness of the TV generation. Because we know that inside each of those little boxes, with it's white bread on the table, and the TV set glowing blue in the falling dusk, there are people with stories. Families bound together by the pain of love. There were moments that made us cry in laughter, and moments like that one, of sorrow and wonder.~
Hi! I'm Jonathon Thompson! I'm in the process of upgrading my page, so there isn't much at the moment. Come back in a few days and look at the page then. :-)
This page was born January 2, 1998
This page was last updated November 27, 1998 Sign GuestbookView Guestbook Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house like a lot of other houses, with a yard like a lot of other yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back with wonder.