remember me?

I was thinking about my friends from childhood. I never had many, one or two for every season of my life, but I think back to those few friends that stuck around for a little while and I wonder how they're doing now. How life is treating them. I wonder if one day we'll cross paths and converse, or if it will be awkward glances while we act like we don't know each other. As most people tend to do. Even if we didn't end our friendship in good terms. All of this remembrance makes me wonder ... Do those that I remember... remember me?