I was a youth leader at a little Baptist church up in Monrovia. After about 5 years I moved on. But while I was serving there I got to know a lot of the kids, developed some relationships and saw them move through junior high or high school and graduate. 

We had our oldest son, Nate, before we moved up there, but our youngest son, Sam was born while were serving there. The youth knew us and our kids pretty well. 

A couple years after leaving, we returned one Sunday just to visit. It was good to see most of the kids and one, a high school girl named Denise, saw us, and my son Nate, who was maybe 7 or so, and came running over to say hi. While she was running over, she was calling my son: Nate! And running at him with her arms stretched out. I looked over and noticed Nate had a somewhat worried look about this and it was clear he didn’t remember Denise at all, so as she got closer, he sort of shrank back a little. But right as she got there and went to give him a hug, he hit her with a full right hook in the face.  

She stops, has a stunned look on her face and I think blurted out- what? 

I got after Nate and then apologized to Denise, explaining that apparently he hadn’t remembered her and was apparently spooked by a female of the species charging at him. She understood, but I’ve always thought that was pretty funny.