I met Tiffany Rochell Cumbo in the year 1990 when I was 5 years old, or it may have been the years 1991 or 1989, but it was most likely the year 1990, and she lived 7 houses or trailers from me. I lived in space number #163 and she lived in space number #170. My uncle Jim Williams, The Woof, visited us, and was playing tinker toys with us. We were building like ships, boats, towers, or something, and Jim was showing me the tricks and trades of the how to build better and I do not remember anybody else like siblings, my Aunt Karen (the sister of my mother), or even my own parents, but they were most likely around but beyond the scope of my memories. A few minutes later, or on another day, Jim is gone, and I am by myself on a stool playing tinker toys still on the counter in our trailer. The counter is in-between the kitchen and living room. I go outside and hop on my red or orange scooter to go to the park, but as I turn the corner to go down another road to our park, a little girl asks me for my name and I very faintly tell her that it is Joey and she says her name is Tiffany. We play a Batman and Robin tag around her mother's or father's car in her car port where I was Batman chasing her in her tricycle. I was 5 years old and she was 3 years old but turned 4 years old later that year since her birthday is the 2nd of December 1986. I was playing with tinker toys when I was 5 years old in the year 1990. My uncle Jim Williams stops by to play with me. Next thing I know, I am alone. I go outside. Hop on my red scooter to ride to the park. Tiffany stops me. I meet her for the first time. She asks for my name. I say Joey. She says she is Tiffany. We play Batman and Robin tag around the car of her mother. I do not really know who's car it is. I am only guessing. Her mother comes home. Tiffany says I am her boy friend or her new boy friend. I can get jealous to wonder who was her old boy friend was if she had one, which later on she has different boy friends (BFs) in her life which bugged me at times. Her mother says that I am not her boy friend. Tiff says yes he is. No he is not. Yes he is. No he is not. Yes he is. Her mom goes inside. We go to my house. I pull Tiff in our red wagon. We take some toys from my house and go to Tiff's neighbors, space 171, and we bury some of the toys in their yard. We have many adventures from that point on. She was my favorite childhood friend growing up, and second place goes to Bill and Janet Bailey from space number #39. A spoiler alert is that Tiffany dies on Saturday, the 5th of April 2003 at her home, I think, on her bed, possibly due to Tylenol, Advil, pain relieve, or drug overdose, or infected scar below one of her eyes, and/or other things and any possible combination of these things. I do not exactly know what happened. Life is full of surprises. You never know what may happen. Live ever life as if it is your last. Take your opportunities while you still can as I should have talked to Tiff on that last Friday, the 4th of April 2003, since I did high fived her, said hello to her, on that last Friday, during the end of lunch, since she was going to same Forest Grove High School at that point in time. What was her eternal destiny and destination? Where is she now? I do not exactly know? In life, we should learn from the past, from things like this, not to dwell too negatively or positively about the past, to learn our lessons, to plan for the future, to not too heavily dream of the future, while living in the moment of each moment of the present as it comes, to be really aware of the present time, of each moment, to make time stand still and to appreciate life for what is it and to live life to fullest with each opportunity as it comes and goes fully and completely.

• published: 10 Aug 2013
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