I hate to put a downer on this thread. But I can't seem to see this topic as complete, unless we also never forget that many of us also suffered
tragedies when we were young. I will share one of mine.
1979, I had gotten lucky and scored ticket's to the Who concert in Cincinnatti. Little did I know that it would end up as one of the biggest sorrows
of my life. I know it's not really my fault but I can't help but feel regret when I think about it.
The concert sold out in hours, our family knew someone that worked at the ticket office. They ran some off for me. I got 4 tickets, a close friend of
mine loved the Who too. We decided to take our girls and all go togther ( it was a ride of over a hour). For week's we planned the trip bought
supplies, bragged to all the people who couldn't go. That we were going.
About week before the concert, I got in some bad trouble, my parents forbid me from going. They informed me that I had to now go on vacation with them
( i was 16).
So I turned my tickets over to my G.F. ( she went with her sis). Off to Florida I went. The night of the concert I was fishing and listening to the
radio. A news flash came over the radio about the tragedy at the concert. I packed my gear up quick and hurried back to the room.
I entered the room, my parents were already watching the news. The very first thing I saw was a sheet with a pair of boots sticking out. The second I
saw them I knew they were Dave's boot's. A cold feeling crept over me. I had lost a friend.
Was it my fault? Could I have done anything if I had been there? I felt lost. My parents saw this called the vacation short, and got me home.
There are still tears coming to my eyes as I write this now. I have mostly moved on, but I will never forget the pain.
The picture of Dave's boots I have never seen again, and I never want to.
But this picture always stands out in my mind and brings the tragety home to me. It was in the news paper days later.
There are many, many things from our childhood that turn us into adults.