Reliving Childhood Fears and Memories: A Journey of Loss and Regret I wrote this story back in 1987 (when I was 22) it was suggested I should write a story about one of my biggest fears. Note that this was written several years before marriage and kids. Last 10 Seconds It's June 15th in a small bar somewhere in Indianapolis, Greg Smith is sitting mumbling that life stinks and telling everyone that gets within hearing distance that tomorrow is his 28th birthday, but no one pays much attention to him. Greg leaves the bar just after midnight to go back to his apartment, from there he goes to the roof and sits on the ledge waiting for the sun to rise and he starts singing to himself, "Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me..." * Christmas morning, and a 5 year old Greg Smith is sitting in front of the tree opening up his Christmas presents, a big smile covers his face as he sees a new rocking horse with a cowboy outfit laying across the saddle. Greg hurriedly grabs the outfit and puts it on. Then he gets on the horse and giggles with joy as he rocks back and forth shooting invisible Indians. * It's Prom night the band is playing a slow love ballad, everyone is out on the dance floor, Greg is with his date Sheri Jones, they are dancing very slow in each others arms, looking deep into each other's eyes. When the song ends they kiss and walk back to their table hand in hand very much in love. …and then things took a turn
