My wife often complains about the fact that I had far more experience with girls than she'd had with boys.  We were discussing this one day in the kitchen at my sister's when my mother put in, "Yes!  Like the time he was climbing out the window on the Surry Road when the girl's father was coming in the front door?  If I remember, he forgot a sock and the young lady had to return it to him."
"How did you find out about THAT?"  I asked.
My mother laughed.  "Mothers often know more about their children than they let them know," she answered, and walked off leaving me totally bewildered, wondering just how much she DID know!
There was another time, too, I wondered.  My mother had been working in a shoe factory and she kept telling me about this lady at work from her home town that told endless stories about the crazy boy she used to go out with.
"Did you ever know a Gary, dear?"  my mother asked.
"No," I told her.
A couple of weeks later my mother's car broke down and for several days I had to pick her up at work.  One afternoon as she came out I realized the woman walking with her was very familiar.  The minute she looked at me her eyes widened.  She recognized me, too, and I suddenly realized that Gary was one of the aliases I had used.  My mother introduced me and the woman.
"This is your son?"  the woman remarked, surpressing a giggle.  My mother, for some time, continued to repeat the woman's stories about her adventures with that crazy boy.  I often wonder, to this day, if she knew Gary & I were the same person.  Knowing my mother I think she would have said something if she had.  But still I will always wonder.  You never know when your past is going to come up to meet you again.  It has an annoying habit of doing that!