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| First day of School |
In the past year I've been catching-up with my oldest best friend. Hummm, or rather my first best friend.
You know the one, the one you played with since kindergarden, the one who easily understood how you played and how your early personality worked and the one with whom you could share everything?
Yes, well, as the years went by we got older, made-up languages (mostly one). Communicated easily in that language and our mother tongue, shared travel experiences (well hers since I didn't travel much that I can remember), shared family experiences and stories. Then suddenly, just as things were reaching a new stage, the move.
Yes, I moved. Not too far, but in a kids scale, pretty far. We tried to hang out, as well as you can in grade 6 while still a dependent. It was mostly on my Dad's weekends that we were able to see each other. Mostly we hung out at the cheezy local mall, took hilarious photo booth photos, shopped in clothing stores and Grand & Toy... but then, there was the one memorable time at my Mom's where we tricked the storekeeper into giving us a cigarette (for our grandmother that is...). I think there was a theme to that sleep-over. Suffice to say my bedroom was clouded in talcum powder for a couple of days. It smelled lovely! We did other fun things like dance and sing (oh Flashdance!) I still remember all the lyrics and the ones we made up to fake it - well, maybe not those...
Then I moved again. Grade 7 and onward. To a distant land I'd never heard of. So of course, we fell out of touch for a long time. I suppose this is a bit of an ode to FB too. For all it's flaws, it can redeem itself in spades at times.
So hopefully we're able to keep in touch now. I am really happy about it!



