Today's memory...thinking...thinking... .
A childhood memory. Kristen King was my best neighborhood friend. We met when I was in first grade, she in kindergarten. We were on the bus, and she pulled my hair and then ducked in the seat behind me. She would pop up and say my name and then duck again. She had no inhibitions to my billion. She was absolutely unpretentious and hilarious. There was a back path between our houses and I felt so grown up and adventurous taking that two minute walk. We had many adventures. Sometimes we would swim in her backyard bay, and get freaked out by the "SHARKS!" (or porpoises--same thing) swimming nearby. Sometimes we would even swim from my block to her backyard. As I'm writing, I have too many memories with her to count. Eating Otter Pops all summer, swinging in circles and guzzling Pepto after, laughing so hard I'd spit up water (sick), visiting her relatives in Freeport, her waking me up with an fun-noying "hee" screech, her mom buying (caffeine free) Sprite just for me, getting soaked by neighborhood sprinklers as we skated through them, her starting fake fights with sticks, sliding down stairs on mattresses, pretending to be hypnotized for Brad's friends, and on and on and on. She was hilarious--always had me in stitches. I wish we kept in touch better. I at least hope she knows how much I enjoyed the rockin' entertainment her mere presence provided. I wanna be her when I grow up.
