Beautiful are memories lost and forgotten. Punch perm dress.

He can't recall how he woke up for school.
Was it a wind up alarm clock?
Did his parents say, "Wake Up?"
He can't remember that far back when he was 7.

No recollection of friends names or faces.
He only can pull up and image of himself with thick hair grease, wearing a 3 piece plaid suit, and brown suede leather shoes.

Children were wearing jeans, shorts, and t-shirts. Some girls in dresses. 
He walked in to the classroom, chatty voices lowered.
Looking to him in wondered.

-Why is his hair thick with grease, wearing a 3 pieced suit, and brown suede shoes? He must be a crime boss's son.

His father, Mr. Stone Man.
Nothing to do with the mafia or crime.
A natural leader of democracy. Well known to be hard working.
His wealth, big house, and cars were a result of laborious long days.
Respected in the community. People often nodded their heads or verbally greeted him in different ways.
If he was Japanese, he would be Otoko-date.
He was 50 and his wife was 20.

-He must be a mafia man!

At the time, he thought nothing of the mistaken image of his family.
He was just a child looking for a position.
A place to fit. Always whishing.
But how could he? He was so different.
Childhood friends is what he's missing.

His father cooked all meals for the family. Before work and after he came home in the evening.
His mother, 27 at the time, a beauty of a woman. She was always pregnant.
A pro at making babies.
Mostly gossiped with her friends all day.
She was the classic trophy wife in a way.

>Husband to wife<
You blessed me with 2 sons and a daughter. Another one on the way.
I come home to my beauty, it is you, every day.
I will buy you a new car. I heard the DeLorean is popular these days. You choose. Any one, I'll pay.

+Wife to husband+
It's Disney Magic. Thank you dear.
But the DeLorean is much too fast for me I fear.
Buy me the Cadillac. The red one like roses.
It has a white top, and people will look at me with their noses.

-She must be a drug lords wife!

In short, he doesn't remember much about his childhood.
Friendless and in the front of class he always stood.
His hair, everyday, styled like a punch perm, shining like bling.
Wearing 3 piece suits, crisp and clean.
And the brown suede shoes. Hand me downs from his brother.
He honored his father, and respected his mother.

Wait! One memory just came up!
At one time he wore a Baby the Stars Shine Bright dress.
Yellow!
It was a photo shoot. It couldn't have been much fun.
For his mother wished for a daughter and got another son.   

"Beautiful are memories lost and forgotten!"