It was 1985; I was a freshman in high school. GASP a freshman. My best friend and I were going to be separated for the first time. I was scared out of my wits. She was my friend, what if she found another one? After all I stole her from Michelle. I had evidence that she could be swayed. I was the one she spent the summer with not Michelle. And they were neighbors! She had to travel to be my friend. I was fourteen and my biggest fear wasn’t high school it was losing my best friend.
I remember meeting her in Mrs. Haight’s science class three years prior. The teacher had an unhealthy adoration of rocks. She wore them on her head. Funny how 30 years later I can remember exactly what that hat looked like and the thrill of having this cool girl sit next to me. Then she asked if I wanted to go to her house after school.
Way before play-dates were invented, a cool girl invited an awkward girl over to her house. Way before cellphones awkward girl used a payphone to call her mom and ask if she could go. Thankfully overworked mom said yes and for the cost of a dime, a friendship was born.
And now, three years later the friendship was in jeopardy. Not only was cool girl way cooler, she was smarter. She went to “A” classes while I went to “B” classes. Looking at our schedules we didn’t even have homeroom together. Just dreaded history, one class! How on this Earth would our friendship survive?
I forgot at 14 that our friendship was built on a rock. Sure the rock was on Mrs. Haight’s head, but still that was our foundation. Rocks are hard and solid. With this foundation our friendship managed to survive really bad 80’s hair, the sweater dress and white tights with white shoes.
Puberty, bad boy crushes….
I would go back to my 14 year-old self and tell her that the friendship would survive college, marriage and divorce.
This friendship so valued at age 14 would show support during the fear and joy of pregnancy, motherhood and we would walk into our 25th high school reunion the same way we walked into our first day of high school. Together.
I’m pretty sure our friendship is going to survive the nursing home.
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