Just Another Mommy Blog

Today I saw a childhood friend. She has known me for as long as I can remember. Our friendship dates back to the late 70s, when we could run around the neighborhood until the street lights came on. We jumped on pogo sticks, and split one pair of roller skates, each speeding down the street on one skate and seeing how far we could go around the block. We played dodgeball, and split packs of bubble gum cigarettes from the blue ice cream truck. We staged our own production of Annie in the garage, and tried to learn how to do black flips on the front lawn. We threw water balloons at the boys across the street, and played tetherball. We spent summers making pot holders on looms, and later, bleaching our hair in the sun with lemon juice and peroxide.

As we got older, we were separated by distance. We took different paths. We kept in touch though, and every time I saw her, I still felt that complete acceptance you reserve for your family and closest friends. We may not talk or see each other every day, but it doesn't matter.
We had a great time catching up...hearing about her family, and sharing news from mine.

I'll look forward to seeing her again!