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mangofandangoI am one of those people who cannot name one best friend, never really could. I have several people in my life who are close to me, in different ways, and they are all very important to me. I am like this about most things - I'm not into One True Whatever, generally.
Since I am not feeling up to writing about everyone important, I will write about my childhood best friends. Childhood was when I really did have specific best friends, and so it kind of makes sense to me to write about that.
In early elementary school, John Michael was my best friend. He got me into all kinds of mild trouble, actually. He once locked his grandmother out of her apartment so that we could steal her aluminum foil for our epic foil ball, and eat her chocolate chips. I watched movies at his house that I would never have been allowed to watch at home (of course, my parents' standards were very conservative, so it was nothing terribly shocking. ;)) Once we cased his entire house looking for change, and we found enough to order a pizza...so we did. We ate it at opposite ends of his huge dining room table, because we thought that was the most fancy way to do it.
We had a secret hideout, and there are tapes of us, somewhere, interviewing his pets. ;)
We keep in touch, though we haven't been close in a long time. As I was writing this, he posted to Facebook that his apartment burned down! So I've been thinking of him a lot in the past few days.
Nellie came along a bit later, in second grade. We grew up together, always at each other's houses. My mother babysat for her and her sister while their mom worked, so we saw each other all the time. We even share a birthday - she's exactly a year younger than me. We always celebrated together, and that made it feel even more like we were sisters when I was younger...even though that actually doesn't make a lot of sense, really.
Nellie and I played epic pretend. We acted out stories we made up long after most people would admit to doing it, actually - I remember being old enough that we discussed the fact that we had a tendency to play out the lives of oppressed people. This makes me laugh to this day. (Not that I think there was anything wrong with our doing this, I just think it's funny.) We were orphans and runaway slaves, we climbed trees all the time, we had sleepovers, and we borrowed Nellie's mother's copy of "Our Bodies, Ourselves" - and that is where I got the majority of my pre-internet sex education, folks. (Nellie was well-versed in these things and got me up to speed in a number of areas.) Nellie got me through the transition from childhood to puberty, and then to the beginning of what comes after that. We drifted apart around the time I started dating Ryan, but I still love her a lot and I am happy to see her living what seems like a great life for her in California.
That's all for now, nutshell-y though it is. I need popcorn and TV, people - Sophie's molars took a few days off but they are BACK WITH A VENGEANCE and we got no sleep last night. Fingers crossed, please, that tonight goes better because there are only so many of those nights that I can handle before my brain goes blsjdhwjuhetrthgtx, ok?
Since I am not feeling up to writing about everyone important, I will write about my childhood best friends. Childhood was when I really did have specific best friends, and so it kind of makes sense to me to write about that.
In early elementary school, John Michael was my best friend. He got me into all kinds of mild trouble, actually. He once locked his grandmother out of her apartment so that we could steal her aluminum foil for our epic foil ball, and eat her chocolate chips. I watched movies at his house that I would never have been allowed to watch at home (of course, my parents' standards were very conservative, so it was nothing terribly shocking. ;)) Once we cased his entire house looking for change, and we found enough to order a pizza...so we did. We ate it at opposite ends of his huge dining room table, because we thought that was the most fancy way to do it.
We had a secret hideout, and there are tapes of us, somewhere, interviewing his pets. ;)
We keep in touch, though we haven't been close in a long time. As I was writing this, he posted to Facebook that his apartment burned down! So I've been thinking of him a lot in the past few days.
Nellie came along a bit later, in second grade. We grew up together, always at each other's houses. My mother babysat for her and her sister while their mom worked, so we saw each other all the time. We even share a birthday - she's exactly a year younger than me. We always celebrated together, and that made it feel even more like we were sisters when I was younger...even though that actually doesn't make a lot of sense, really.
Nellie and I played epic pretend. We acted out stories we made up long after most people would admit to doing it, actually - I remember being old enough that we discussed the fact that we had a tendency to play out the lives of oppressed people. This makes me laugh to this day. (Not that I think there was anything wrong with our doing this, I just think it's funny.) We were orphans and runaway slaves, we climbed trees all the time, we had sleepovers, and we borrowed Nellie's mother's copy of "Our Bodies, Ourselves" - and that is where I got the majority of my pre-internet sex education, folks. (Nellie was well-versed in these things and got me up to speed in a number of areas.) Nellie got me through the transition from childhood to puberty, and then to the beginning of what comes after that. We drifted apart around the time I started dating Ryan, but I still love her a lot and I am happy to see her living what seems like a great life for her in California.
That's all for now, nutshell-y though it is. I need popcorn and TV, people - Sophie's molars took a few days off but they are BACK WITH A VENGEANCE and we got no sleep last night. Fingers crossed, please, that tonight goes better because there are only so many of those nights that I can handle before my brain goes blsjdhwjuhetrthgtx, ok?
