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[JOHNSON-1]

     My earliest recollection of him has to be glimpses from toddler age.  Not really anything special; more like mental blurry snapshots.  Our parents have pictures of us together as babies.  So, I know that I can say that I knew him from as long as I can remember.  Johnson, or Gee Doy, was his nickname; obviously Chinese.  Thus, directly translating into Pig Boy in the English language – this bearing only coincidental resemblance to his physical self.
     He has always been nice to me.  Always a little protective of me too.  Although I was a few months older, three and a half to be exact, he still acted as though he was the older child.  As we grew older, he always said to me that if I ever needed anything, just to ask.  In a way, he must have thought of me as a brother.
     There was a summer where he used to spend his weekends over our family’s place.  He used to camp out in room with a couple of sheets on the floor, and we would stay up late telling assorted stories.  During the days, we would venture out and usually play a game of catch at the park.  The favorite thing that he used to like to do was listen to me tell him stories.  My family used to venture up to the Catskills once a year, and Johnson used to like to hear about Upstate New York and what it was like to be in the country.
     After a while, I used to stick in a tall tale here and there.  And, I knew that he knew it was all an exaggerated fib.  But, he knew that it made me feel good to tell it and he never once detracted from that.  He used to like to listen.
 

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