{"id":12025,"date":"2019-07-31T21:42:05","date_gmt":"2019-08-01T01:42:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mentordiscoverinspire.org\/2019\/07\/31\/a-childhood-scar-alters-over-time\/"},"modified":"2021-08-13T00:37:58","modified_gmt":"2021-08-13T04:37:58","slug":"a-childhood-scar-alters-over-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mentordiscoverinspire.org\/a-childhood-scar-alters-over-time\/","title":{"rendered":"A Childhood Scar Alters Over Time"},"content":{"rendered":"

James Anthony Ellis<\/strong>
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Somewhere in the hazy backdrop that is a childhood found on Cambay Lane in Huntington Beach, early 1970s, you would find two young boys. Best friends.<\/p>\n

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Jamie Jordan and Jimmy Ellis. Born six months apart, but still considered twins, if just in their own minds.<\/p>\n

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Jamie and Jimmy<\/strong><\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>
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They did everything together. Walk the short two blocks to Robinwood grammar school. Play “pickle” with other neighborhood kids making sure they were the ones catching in that game. Participate in a rowdy game of “Smear the Queer,” barely able to walk the next day because of sore muscles. Listen to the Fifth Dimension’s “Aquarius\/Let the Sunshine In” in a quasi zombie-like state.<\/p>\n

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And then there were the stupid things they did.<\/p>\n

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