Late nights

Remember being a kid and chasing lightening bugs? Remember the smell of honeysuckle that could lead you home in the dark? Or how about playing hide n seek with your best friends?

I was able to sit and listen to the laughter of kids playing in the dark this evening. Oh what memories it conjured up! Then those memories made me think of a certain friend that I skipped school with once just so we could sneak into her neighbor's yard and hang out by their pool all day. We were so bold back then. But nothing beats finding the magazines while out riding and posting those magazines on the side of the road just so we could watch the guys driving by slow down to get a better look at the type of magazines we found. I believe what comes around goes around and I'm preety sure we got what was coming to us when we hydroplaned and had the three wheeler wreck. I thought for sure this same friend was seriously injured because her face was stuck in the mud.

I don't think I have a single childhood memory with friends that this girl was not involved somehow, and several memories with family that this same girl was not present. come to think of it, we have so many memories that they might just find themselves in a book one day. Especially the memory of allowing my dad to drive us to our first dance...and I couldn't dream of leaving out a car ride on the way to the skating rink when the windows HAD to be rolled down! Of course, how can I put into words the comfortable silence of sitting at the baseball field and watching our boyfriends play ball and the all night giggling (or just breathing) over the phone. We shared our secrets, our first love stories, our wishes and dreams. We even shared the principals office on several occassions. Those make me smile the most. I was such a bad influence. :) I also recall feeling awful about moving away and this friend deciding that we should get our hands and feet soapy in the girl's bathroom at school on my last day. She said I had to leave my mark, so we made the mirror look like someone had been walking up the wall. She was there through my thousands of fights, and when my house burned down, and was there when my parents split up.

I hope those kids from tonight grow up with a "Sandy" in their lives. Or at the very least, a "Snooze n Orri" kind of bond.