I had a friend in first grade and her name was Kajaka. In the middle of first grade she and her mom moved to California. The night before they left for California she and her mom spent the night at our house. I remember saying goodbye to her as she and her mom got in a cab for the airport the next morning.After that her mom called a few times and I spoke to Kajaka. Eventually Kajaka and I lost touch. Every now and then I wonder what happened to my little first grade pal. I wonder where she lives, is she married with kids, is she a rocket scientist or maybe a school teacher?
I also wonder how my life might be different if she had not left N.Y. I wonder if we would have remained good friends, maybe even become best friends. I wonder if we would have gone to middle and high school together. I wonder if she would be my best friend right now.
I wonder if she eventually moved back to N.Y. and if maybe we walked past each other on the street and never even knew it or when I later lived in L.A. did we pass each other on a freeway.
Mainly though I just wonder and hope that where ever she is that she is okay.
I will never know.
But I remember my friend and every now and then I think of her and I guess I always will.
Do you ever wonder what about someone you once knew?
