In 1975, when I was 13 years old, two men in their twenties and a girl of about 16 moved into the old house next door. My friends and I referred to them as "hippies" because of their long hair and the marijuana plants that they grew in their backyard.
I do not remember the men very well, I cannot even recall their names or what they looked like, but I do remember the girl. Belinda had long blond hair and played games with me and my friends like she was one of us.
For some reason, I didn't wonder at the time how a teen girl came to be living with two twenty-something men, but I suspect that she was a runaway. By the end of that summer, Belinda and the two men had moved out and I have not seen her since.
The old house that the trio lived in is long gone, but occasionally I still think of Belinda and wonder what became of her.
I do not remember the men very well, I cannot even recall their names or what they looked like, but I do remember the girl. Belinda had long blond hair and played games with me and my friends like she was one of us.
For some reason, I didn't wonder at the time how a teen girl came to be living with two twenty-something men, but I suspect that she was a runaway. By the end of that summer, Belinda and the two men had moved out and I have not seen her since.
The old house that the trio lived in is long gone, but occasionally I still think of Belinda and wonder what became of her.
