Are you a catcher or a dodger?

A played this game with me several times before. He'd unexpectedly throw something (not anything sharp or dangerous, mostly it's edible stuff like apples, oranges etc.) at me and see what I'd do. I turned out to be a catcher, i.e. I'd try to catch the object, not avoid it. It's a generalisation that most girls would dodge. He told me his mates used to do that with eggs. Imagine the mess!... Especially if it breaks in your hands when you catch it. Fragile things they are.

Little snippets of memories have been drifting into my consciousness lately. Occasionally they seem unreal. Like they've never happened before and it's only my imagination making things up. Still think of them every now and then. And as it is when I miss people, I wonder if they'd sometimes think of me too. (Probably not. Men. Sigh.) I find myself smiling at the silliness of the bucket-fuls of tears I cried when they left. I'd most likely never find a similar friendship like that which the 3 of us had. Not even if we were to meet up again. (And this fact wrenched my heart when I realised it.) Whatever that bonded us together before is gone now. We've each gone on with our separate lives. I'm only hoping that were we to bump into each other again in the future, we could still reminisce and laugh at our past antics. For now, I just need to keep the memories tucked away, safe, from old age, Alzheimer's and the like.