by Tim Pepper
I vaguely remember saying goodbye to my friend, Kevin Varnes, in 1986. His family, close friends of ours, dropped us off at the airport. My brother and I wore dress pants and button-up shirts. I was 9 years old. We were moving to South Africa. I’d been on an airplane before but I’d been too young to remember it. So I was excited. I was also nervous. I don’t think I really wanted to be going but I was too young to have a say in the matter. In my 9-year-old brain, it was a thing that was happening. It just was.
Click here to read the rest of Tim’s story.
