i went in to peek on the girls last night, and found mayia had dragged her sleeping bag up onto kyra's bed... kyra was hung precariously off the edge, and mayia was mashed up against the wall on the other side... i loved it. and i was immediately thrown back to my tween/teen years.
i've been thinking about them a lot lately, and talking about them too, as kyra asks if i've shared her experiences. i can't think about those years of my life without thinking about cynthia (see photo in my last post). except for my mildy rebellious year in 10th grade, we were insperable. she made my life worth living most days! :)
i remember meeting her in mrs. martin's 8th grade homeroom, and i just knew we would be friends. we got caught cheating together - our teacher laughed at our poor attempts at sublety! - sat on her couch for endless hours watching soaps after school, checked out boys together, smoked a pack of cigarettes (or tried to!) together, drove to youth together, went to events together, shared every secret a girl could have, kept toothbrushes at each other's houses just in case we'd get the chance to sleep over, went on group dates (remember dressing up to go bowling?!) and laughed and laughed and laughed!
we have recently rediscovered each other - thank you, world wide web! - and it is particularily poignet to me to be recovering our friendship at this time in my life, when my daughter is developing a friendship that may just span 20 years (TWENTY YEARS, CYN!) and 3500 miles... so this is a tribute to you, cynthia. the truest friend i ever had. over all these many miles and years, you are still in a magnet on my fridge, and even better, still very much in my heart.