From the time the extroverted feeler is 3.5 until he turns 7, we live in Colorado, in Alamosa.
Alamosa is isolated high desert, in the San Luis Valley, at 7500 feet. We are surrounded by mountain passes, the lowest over 9000 feet, to the south. The San Luis Valley is named "Land of Cool Sunshine". We have over 300 days of sun a year, but the temperature drops in this high desert valley every night, about 30 degrees. One day a fellow doctor announces that we've had a record high at night in the summer: 56 degrees. The locals complain about a heat wave when the day time temperature gets to 80.
My husband will talk to anyone, anyone and is interested in everyone. We get to know a German man, younger than us, I think through the gym.
He flies back to Germany to see family. Alamosa has a one gate airport and is really expensive to fly out of. He drives 250 miles, to Denver, to save money. Over a pass that is 10,000 feet plus.
He returns and is driving home.
He wakes up in a hospital. When the ventilator tube is removed.
We are visiting and he tells us about it. "When I woke up, they asked me what my insurance was."
I said, "It's in my wallet."
"Where is your wallet?"
"In the glove box. My truck."
And then they show him a photograph of his truck.
He fell asleep and rolled his truck. Multiple times. There was no glove box. Really there was not much left except bits of frame and wheels. And he'd rolled it about 17 miles from home. He almost made it the 250 miles. It was awful. Horrifying.
We are talking to him at his house a couple of months after the accident, when he is finally home. He was lifeflighted back to Denver after the accident. He'd broken an arm and his leg in multiple places and rib fractures and at home still has metal rods going into his arm. External fixation, holding bits of bone together.
My son is six. He keeps looking at our German friend and looking up above him.
Our friend notices. He is sitting in an armchair. Right behind him on the wall is a poster of the Terminator. Our friend is big and blond and has a Terminator build.
Our friend grins at my son when he realizes what the extroverted feeler is looking at. "Yes, that's me. I am the Terminator. Part metal and part human."
We laugh with him, glad that his sense of humor has survived....
Iron Noder: Tokyo drift 23
...and had my son seen The Terminator? I suspect that he had, when I was off at work. His main sitter was a family across the street from us, a couple with teenagers. He loved hanging out with the teens. I think he got to watch a lot of movies that I didn't know about....Our friend still had a bit of a German accent which would make it all the more compelling....
Photo of grundoon from the 1980s here. She scored in the extroverted feeler preference too...