She was my best friend from high school, who I met on our first day of Junior High School Health Class. That was the year I made a working model of lungs that looked like a triple-D set of falsies when I blew in a straw. We sat at black lab tables, two per work station. I can remember the penis the teacher drew on the board, with the dotted line erection that made us all giggle.
After graduation, we were still friends. I attended my first real concert with her. The year was 1981. The venue was the Met Center, St. Paul, Minnesota. Styx put on a great show.
We stayed close pals for a few years after graduation. We were in each others’ weddings. But as children and careers distracted us, the friendship waned. We catch up now and the at reunions. The occasional email is sent. Yet get us together, and within minutes we are the same girls who giggled at science projects and chalkboard genitals.
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May 14th, 2014 at 10:32 am
Well, at least you’re still in contact with her. That’s good.