Rummaging through memories made many decades ago one finds a vague silhouette of a boy. Usual in many ways, with a hint of adolescent mischief and the precociousness of a fifteen-year-old finding his place in life. We did kid things, rescued puppies, teased each other, formed factions and fought fake battles as we prepared for life imminent as future adults. We passed, some with flying colors, others less spectacular and went on to live out our childhoods. Some stayed close and kept in touch, while others moved to distant places and forged different lives.