A Voice From the Past

A voice From the Past My childhood friend rang me he hadn’t been ringing me for some time he is the shy type and only ring when he has been drinking and judging by his infrequency of calls he is rather abstinent. He spoke of the time he time of our boyhood when found, in a warehouse, Nazi uniforms and put them on marching around the streets shouting “Hail Hitler” But this in 1947 a time when children were given some room. If a child behaved something like that today, now that time is so very intolerant we would grow up not getting a job because of our childhoods’ criminal past. Referring to Nazism is a crime and it doesn’t matter how old you were at the time. He wants to visit me and I have told him that’s ok, yet I hope he will not come; our childhood was eons ago and I cannot by mere words bring him the magic he wants to hear of our infancy that in the end was rather banal and full of dreams of what to do when we’re adults.