A friend of mine whom I had not seen in years was in town, we all got together last night at another of our friend’s house to catch up, I was telling them about my blog, and my friend who lives here said, “why don’t you write about us when we were in our younger years.” So here I am, I decided to share a few stories on my blog.
We then started talking about when we first met, and she said she had met me at the bus stop when I was in seventh grade.
Where the bus stop was, we would sit on a bench that was on private property, the woman who lived there, put dead fish around the bench one time. It did not deter us from sitting on it, although she did a lot to try and keep us from being in her yard. This one time, she hammered nails into the bench, and they were sticking out. When I stood up, one of the nails had ripped my corduroy’s almost all the way down! I did not have enough time to run home and change, luckily, I had a long t shirt on, so I went to school with a big tear in my pants
I remember one time the neighborhood was angry with me. I do not remember exactly why, but someone grabbed me, put me on their handlebars and biked me home while people were chasing after me including my friend that hosted last night’s get together. The story was, we used to hang out at this popular neighborhood man’s apartment at the community pool and hot tub in his complex. He would invite us over to hang out and I really do not remember what had happened, but I believe I called him out as a pedophile.
I really was a crazy teen; I would pick up all my friends around the neighborhood in my ‘78 Monte Carlo which they had named, “Smokey Monte Mobile.” They had named it that because we would smoke weed and drive around the neighborhood. Oh, my friend just texted me, do not forget the amount of cigarette butts in my ash tray.
They would also sometimes come over after school and smoke weed in my bedroom while my mom was taking a nap. I had some balls because I did not have a window in my room, my friends thought I was crazy, but I got away with it, nice soda pop bong.
My friend that moved away, would hang out in a town where we once tripped on acid, and she wanted to walk down the street. The town we were in you just do not do that. We laughed, because I was pleading with her not to walk down the street and she would just break out in laughter, telling her it was not safe made her laugh even more!
Overall, my neighborhood was cool, we had three ponds in the neighborhood and all the kids would hang out at the ponds and play football. We had a great group of friends, we are still friends to this day, you do not see that kind of people like them anymore today.
It was cool to hear that our friend from out of town had made a lifelong friend that has lasted, all because of me. I had gotten her to work with me at a restaurant and she became good at it. She ended up training a newbie and they became great friends, it was so cool to see a long friendship develop and hear how they are still close to this day.
Last night was so much fun to be together again. It was crazy because, I felt the same way I did back then, so long ago. My one friend and I adore the friend that had moved away, and I always felt that we competed for her attention. For many years that is how it felt no matter how much we hung out, last night changed that for me, we were all one.
All three of us celebrated a milestone this year, turning half a century old. We discussed the stuff we were experiencing as women and I realized that I was around strong women, me included. We each had our own struggles in the past growing up, but we went through this experience together, last night we reminisced about the beginning of our days.