I grew up in a rural area of North Georgia, the youngest of two girls. My sister was.a decade older than me. The closest thing I had to a brother was my cousin Tim. Technically he is my second cousin since our grandmothers were sisters.We both loved playing outdoors, so looking for little critters and digging for worms were normal stuff for us.We spent a lot of time together playing outside and when we had to, inside. I learned a lot from him like what different bugs were, how to make fart noises with my armpit and most importantly, how to shoot a BB gun. Living in the South in the mid 1960’s, it was not uncommon for young children to have BB guns. Tim had one at an early age and was quite good with it. Many afternoons were spent shooting cans on rocks and logs in the backyard of his house. I managed to get shot in the finger with what I thought was an empty BB gun. No harm done, but we would have gotten in to big trouble if his Poppa had found out. When we were in elementary school he and his friend had a clubhouse with a sign that read “No Girls Allowed except Mary. We grew up, went to the same schools and graduated.
I moved to Atlanta after college to start my career in social work. Tim remained in the county we grew up in. I married and had two children. Tim married and had two children about the same age. I am sure if our kids had been able to grow up together they would have been like us. His oldest, a boy, and my oldest, a girl, are the same age. Both love to fish and I am sure would have been great friends. I keep up with Tim through his sister and his son. He is not much for computers and social media. They let me know the other day that he is going to be a grandpa.His daughter and her husband are expecting a little girl. I have no doubt he has headed out to the store for a fishing rod and a BB gun just for her.