Greg lived across the street. There are many memories of childhood adventures from younger years. There were many hours spent in the garage building roads, tunnels and driving trucks. Mrs. Cozzens set limits on how far into the garage we could venture, mostly for our safety (which we didn't really understand). One time it was a tragedy, we weren't allowed to play in the garage for a week because a snake had been found around the area we generally played in. There were many other things we did to keep ourselves busy with. There was a set of corrals that were falling down that were always a place for adventuring. There was an old cement swimming pool that we played many hours in, but hardly ever swam in because it leaked and didn't hold water. We rode the bus to school until we became old enough to drive ourselves. As neighbors, we were the first to get on after Greg. It was a long trip to school. The Bus route had to go to Little Valley ranch to pick up the Marten kids and the Hubble's place. It took about an hour from the time we got on the bus until we reached school. The opposite was also true coming home. A few times Mrs. Cozzens would have to discipline us, because the ride was so long we got bored and became noisy and antsy. Greg didn't fare any better than the rest and probably got in trouble more because his mom didn't play favorites. A time or two we got kicked off the bus to walk home to straighten us out. But it also was a great day when we figured out that we could either meet the bus or get off the bus at the intersection that took the route to Little Valley and just walk for a 1/4 mile and not have to ride as long. We got to camp out a few times in the back yard. One time when we did Dee happened to come home and played basketball with us. We thought we had it made. Greg was in the same Cub Scout Den and then Boy Scouts. So there were adventures there. One time my dad made us boys and Greg a pair of stilts each. Those were fun for awhile. BB guns got us in trouble more than once, When Greg was about 8 or so he got a pocket knife for his birthday. Unfortunately, the party ended early because somehow he managed to cut his finger and that was not a good thing. We had many adventures, but after high school our paths didn't cross very often. I saw him once or twice in San Antonio, while he was on his mission and I was in the military. After that, he showed a couple of us about diamonds when he was home once and a time or two as he passed through. He was always a big man and a great childhood friend to share adventures with. And quietly spiritual. One time we went hunting, just before his mission I believe, there were 3 or 4 of us. Somehow he got hurt and I don't remember the details other than as friends we were able to call on the powers of heavens be giving a blessing as needed and the situation turned out much better than it could have. These are things that were quietly given and received that taught us about our heavenly father to carry us though our lives. One last thing, apparently when my younger sister was a young teenager, she was working as a car hop at the local A&W Rootbeer establishment. I am not sure whether the famous school bus was involved or not, or at which stage of College Greg was at, but she tells of stories of Greg and Deon (and others) coming to get hamburgers and drinks and always loving the tips the older boys left. His kindness to others started young.