Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)18:54:25 UTC-7 No.520497708 Replies: >>520497905
When I was 4 we moved into a very nice nieghborhood. 1986. Just built, nice schools. A few weeks after we had moved in. our neighbors moved in. I remember the moving truck being there and wondering what was going on. So I went outside to investigate. Just a bunch of adults moving funiture out of the truck. Im not interested anymore. Well. im outside. might as well go play with my Tonka trucks in the dirt pit out back. Then I saw a girl in the backyard. She looked at me and ran around the far side of her house. For some reason I cannot explain to this day. I ran along side my house to my front yard. There she was. Upon seeing me. she ran out of view to the back yard. Again, i did the same. This stupid shit went on a few more times before i said the 4 year old version of "fuck it" and just walked over. After some awkward introductions we became friends. We were born only 2 days apart (Capricorn bitches!). Naturally as we became friends. so did our parents.
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)18:55:27 UTC-7 No 520497905 Replies:>>520498113
She was a bit tomboyish, so she ended up liking a lot of the stuff i did. I liked climbing trees. so did she. I liked to play Tonkas in the dirt pit (a 6sx6' spot in the yard my dad made for me) she really was into creating channels that represented rivers and making toothpick or popsicle stick bridges in there. so she usually ended playing the role of foreman And i drove the tonkas around digging out her rivers. Naturally. we spent more time together than we did with friends of the same sex. I clearly remember at BBQs or just idle talk between our parents. the running gag was that we were going to marry after highschool. I think the fact that we were friends at such a young age and really enjoyed playing together. eased the issue of leaving us alone together.
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)18:56:28 UTC-7 No.520498113 Replies: >>520498281
As we got older. the leash that tied us to the house was removed. around 9. We discovered that over the hill behind our houses existed a forest. "Play in the woods" was the common phrase. We would spend entire days in there. (cant do shit like that today though). In the summer of 91, we discovered something very neat. A clearing of about 2000sqft with a large sycamore tree in the center. The floor was covered in Ivy (not poison ivy). over time. this became known as The place" It was also around this time we began to notice each other as more than friends.
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)18:57:19 UTC-7 No.520498261 Replies: >>520498524
The winter of 1995. January. It was now customary for our families to celebrate our birthday's together. Generally on the day before hers. and after mine. On her birthday I brought her to the place. I remember that day clearly. The snow fall had covered the clearing making the area look pristine. We walked to the tree in the center and I gave her the first gift I could afford on my own. As dumb. or as corny as it may seem. it was the first Calvin and hobbes book. She was a huge C&H fan. i was never good at thinking up thoughtful one-liners. so i just put Happy 13th birthday femanon!I was given a hug as a thank you and she sat up against the tree we began reading together. She was halfway through before the sun had set and it was impossible to continue. But we did not leave. We continued to talk for about 20 minutes before falling silent. Her head on my shoulder. both of us just enjoying the moment. Then out of the blue.
"anon, do you like me?"
"Yes" it was automatic and i gave it no thought
"i like you too."
she looked up at me and on a cold january night. under a tree in the middle of a forest. we had our first kiss.
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)18:58:42 UTC-7 No.520498524 Replies: >>520498905
It seems that in some women. a crazy switch resides in them. And at an unknown point in their lives. that switch flips to ON. Such was the case with my mother. It started with yelling and arguing. Then closet alcoholism, soon. men i had never met before started coming home with her when my dad was at work. this went on until the summer of 1996. That's when the term Divorce became a regular part of my parent's vocabulary. It was very ugly. But in the end. my mother won custody of me. and got the house, and pretty much everything else. We started our sophmore year together. but after a month. I was told we were moving. My mom would not tell me where. or give me an address thinking i would give this info to my father (which he would get anyway through the courts but at 16, i dont know how that shit works). I wanted to give femanon that info so we could remain in contact (remember. 1996. no FB. Internet was still foreign to us). Knowing our time together was fast approaching an end.
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)19:00.49 UTC-7 No.520498905 Replies: >>520499086
September 21. 1996. We move the next day. It was very early and I had to sneak out of the house, because at this point, my mom prohibited me from seeing the neighbors. She thought they were working with my dad to mine me for information. I knocked on her window and she pointed me to the back door. Her parents greeted me there which i thought had me busted. The past year had fucked up my understanding of them and constantly having to avoid my mother bled into me viewing all adults as evil. She came out dressed and ready to spend our last day together. and her parents handed her a bag of food. "You two spend as much time together as you need." We left and headed to the place. most of the day was spent talking about how much bullshit it was that i was moving. It wasnt until the evening when we reached the bottom of the bag of food and found an unopened condom. Instead of trying to discover how it got there. nature took over. Once we were clothed again, the condom disposed of. several hours passed in total silence. Just holding one another. The full moon sat directly above us illuminating the entire area. It was then I checked my watch. 0255 The moving van would arrive in 5 hours. Knowing our time was up. another hour was spent bawwing. Just before we headed back home. "Anon. give me your multitool." I handed her my leatherman supertool my father gave me 2 years back. "Son, if you are gonna spend that much time outdoors you need a good tool." i remember him saying when i opened the gift.(to this day. i always carry a leatherman on me.) She began to carve into the tree. The classic heart with initials. I carved my initials in. (Carving into a tree is much harder than the TV makes it appear)
"Now we'll always be together."
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)19:01:51 UTC-7 No.520499086 Replies: >>520499312
I spent a little over 2 years with my mother before she relinquished all custodial rights to my father and moved out of state. The past 2 years with her reduced my motivation to try and see femanon again to zero. At this point I had written off the whole thing and continued on with my life. Besides, I now lived 200 miles away. at 17. it was viewed as impossible. Also the insane amount of prescription drugs she had me on for bullshit reasons helped with pushing it from my mind. I joined the Navy at 18. spent 6 years there (AS) went to school to get a BS in network admin (linux) and began my career. It wasnt until I was helping my father move into another house Spring of 2008 when my past came flooding back to me.
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)19:03:11 UTC-7 No.520499312 Replies: >>520499546
There was a box in the basement labeled "Anon's school stuff' Eh. why not. i have a few hours to spare for nostalgia. On top was a yearbook of my 5th grade year in elementary school. I began thumbing through it. recognizing names and faces when i got to my class and saw her. Over a decade worth of memories smashed into my brain all at once. With the book in hand i ran upstairs. told my dad sorry. but there was something i had to do. and left. (He later told me he knew exactly what happened when i rushed out of the house with that yearbook in hand.) I drove 200 miles back to my old stomping grounds. The neighborhood looked unchanged. save for the trees being larger. I got to my old house and parked in the street. She had obviously moved too since some people i had never seen before were in the garage wrenching on what appeared to be a 65 Shelby. Guess i'll start there. "Pardon me anons!" they came out from under the hood. I explained myself. living next door. and asked how long they had been here. "8 years." damn. i've been away for quite some time. I asked if i could cut through their yard to access the forest. "sure"
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)19:04:35 UTC-7 No.520499546 Replies: >>520499815
Now maybe because i was younger and lacked any concpet of distance. or maybe i just got lost. but jesus fuck! That place was a lot farther than i remember. When I finally reached it I stood at the edge of the ivy. The whole area looked like a time capsule. Nothing had changed. I proceeded toward the tree and when I found the carving. I let out an audible. "NO WAY!" someone had re-touched the carting, it still looked as though it were carved within the past few months And below it were tally marks that counted up to 12. 12! thats how many years since i moved! After an hour of bawwing i returned to my car. thanked the homeowner and just as i was getting into my car. "Hey buddy! hold on! not sure if this means anything to you. but i was thinking, only 2 people have cut through my yard to get to that forest back there. you being 1. Now. i dont know about the other one, but for the first 3 years I've been here every early January i'd find footprints in the snow leading into and out of the woods." 'Thank you sir. You've done more help than you could possibly understand." I returned early the next morning the help my father move and began my wait.
Anonymous 12/09/13(tvlon)19:06:18 UTC-7 No.520499815 Replies: >>520500024 >>520500376
Now i had 3 dates to choose from My birthday. the day after my birthday. and her birthday. To maximize my chances of being right I started on my birthday. Now I couldn't go back to Shelby rebuild's house and ask to camp outside his house waiting. besides. what he told me meant she no longer used his yard as access to the woods. The only other point of access was a park a mile away on the opposide side. The day before my birthday. I went to the park and checked the tree just as a dry run. Holy fuck walking a mile through thick forest in the goddamned snow takes for-fucking-ever! And thank god for GPS. There was no way i could've found it starting from the park. I was fully commited to this. to make sure I didnt miss a damn thing. i was going to stay overnight each night at the park using its camping facilities for showering and what-not. first three days nothing. I was extreemly bored and by day 3 and was pretty much on the verge of saying fuck this noise as my patience had run out. And then a car pulled up with a single female in it. She got out and walked into the woods. I was unable to confirm who it was because some fat fuck of a nigress was in my line of sight. all i knew was female, innawoods. And like a creepy rapist. i followed.
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)19:07:27 UTC-7 No.520500024 Replies: >>520500224
the snowfall was heavy, all i had to follow were her footsteps in the snow and the breaking of sticks ahead of me. FINALLY I got to the place. her back was turned to me she was carving another tally mark into the tree. I stood at the edge of the clearing which put me about 40 ft from her and waited. After some sobbing noise she stood up and turned around. I heared a startled ghasp from her and she froze in fear. I removed by hat. Her hands went up to her mouth and tears began to flow. I walked over to her and without a word, we embraced each other. After some time, we separated and began our reuinion. I explained the whole deal to her. what happened after i moved. etc. Hours passed there until it was dark once again (this seems to be a thing with us. whenever we both are at that tree. we never leave until its dark). She never married. She dated but she said none of them ever felt right like we did. What I did find amusing was she went to school for and became a Civil engineer. Considering the billions of toothpicks and popsicle sticks she used making various bridges and buildings. it made sense, we spent the next few nights at her place catching up.
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)19:08:37 UTC-7 No.520500224 Replies: >>520500724 >>520507121
I was re-introduced to her parents who were overcome with joy to see me. Her father did ask, "So anon. did you get any use out of it?" I instantly knew what he meant. "yes. yes we did. And I must say. Where other parents would be dicks about the entire thing, you two understood what had formed over those 10 years and encouraged it." When she re-met my father, for the first time in my life, i saw him cry. was rather awkward, but he was seeing the past my mother had stolen from me. a few months later I propsed to her (again, at the tree. where else would be appropriate at this point?) For a brief moment we thought of having the wedding at the place. but quickly realized the logistical nightmare of moving 20-50 well dressed people through a mile of thick bush. However, the marriage was consumated under that tree. (That fucking tree knows more about us than it probably knows about the whole goddamned forest by now).
Anonymous 12/09/13(Mon)19:11:37 UTC-7 No.520500724
12 months ago she died to cancer. Shortly before she died, I was given a gift and given strict instruction to Not open it until my birthday. Her ashes were (obviously) spread around the tree and the wedding and engagement ring were fitted over a young branch. Over time the branch will grow and absorb them. This year. My birthday. I sat at the kitchen table with the present in front of me. debating if i should even open it or leave it be. After several hours of mental wrestling i opened it.
Calvin and Hobbes. The book I gave her 18 years ago I opened it up and inside the front cover Happy 13th Birthday femanon. But taped to the top of the inside cover was a folded piece of paper. I opened it up to see the final panel of the final Calvin and Hobbes strip. She had altered the panel. "You gave me what I lost anon." "Until we meet again."