I'm still around

I've started using Facebook. I sort of enjoy it.
I've reconnected with some old friends from the High School Days and to me, that made it all worthwhile.
You share so much and grow up so fast with these people.
To just fade away from each other is really a shame.
I think, like most people, my friends and I were all really close. I never lost a personal friend, but I can't count the times something had to be watching over us.
I've worked on 100 foot lifts, live electrical buses, and been through aviation stall training. Nothing came close to killing me more than my youth.
We weren't relatively speaking stupid or did things like drugs, just normal stuff kids do and go through when your either trying to impress your buddies or..god forbid a girl.
I recall one night there were three of us guys and three girls crammed in a lifted 1972 GMC 4X4 and the driver, which was like a brother to me, yelled "Let's get sideways".
I just remember seeing through the windshield the stars in the sky starting to roll and thinking this is going to hurt. I closed my eyes and after a loud bang I started to taste glass in my mouth.
Witnesses say the truck flipped in the air and landed right on it's cab with no roll bar and slid down the street.
I remember that part, since I had my hands on the inside roof of the cab and recall the heat coming through due to friction.
The speed was enough to fold one of the 40+" truck tires off the rim and start the roll sequence.
When we came to a stop, I noticed the driver wasn't there. I also noticed the windshield gone. I pushed the girl on my lap out the opening, I went out, then helped the other two girls escape. The right passenger (another buddy) came out right after the third girl. I found out later the driver busted his side glass and got out before any of us.......some friend..lol
The girl I was out that night with suffered the only injuries, which were only a few stitches to her ear.
Not my first accident and not my last, but enough to make you wonder out how close one comes and how fast it can happen.
I gave up aviation when I saw 3 aircraft crash in front of me on three different occasions. I actually love flying, but thought I'd better raise the kids and watch them leave before returning to it.
But hey that's life. You either enjoy it or collect dust.
I'm just sad that I've let all my memories of my friends collect dust over the years...