Childhood trauma

While I was writing the previous message, it also occurred to me that I do have one event from childhood that I would consider significantly traumatic.

When I was 10 years old, my very best friend Jimmy was buried alive in a gravel pit. He and another friend were playing. "Dug a cave", and it collapsed. Rescuers assumed he'd been swept down the hillside with the gravel, and didn't find him until they dug out where the cave had been.

Still brings a little tear to my eye to recall. I remember being at a dinner after the funeral and suddently, bitterly breaking down crying....

His mother, Lois, was so sweet. As a legacy, she gave me an army helmet that had belonged to her late husband, passed on to my friend.... That helmet is my remembrance....

Now, I don't think this trauma cast me into a role or a tendency (toward codependency in particular). It's just simply the one childhood trauma I clearly recall.

I really don't think there were others of note....