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Try not to have a heart attack please...here I am!


I just attended my 15 year high school reunion - 15 YEARS! How can that be I want to know!!


Meet my friend Nikki. She and I grew up on the same street. The town where I grew up is very small and I attended Kindergarten through 12th grade with mostly the same kids. Nikki was no exception. In high school we were in band together which meant every Friday night during football season we were sitting in the bleachers at a game. I had no idea what was going on at the game - I just appreciated the "social time" I got to enjoy. After the game Nikki always brought me home - but only after a few times up and down the "drag". Yeah, we were cool like that. Now we're each married with a son and a daughter - how time has changed things!

For anyone who doesn't understand/ appreciate what the "drag" is...in my town there is one main street that goes through town. The cool kids (anyone with a vehicle) would start driving at a certain parking lot, drive through town, turn around at a the parking lot on the other end of the street, turn around, drive back to the original parking lot, and repeat the process. Yes, yes, that is what we did. With the windows down of course so you can talk to everyone as you're driving by them. It used to be that Ff was always jumping on a Fri./ Sat. night with all the kids out. Now, it's dead. Kind of sad to me. Where are all the kids?




Meet Leslie. We grew up next door to each other. Both of our families moved into the houses we grew up in when we were 3. That was the beginning of our friendship. There are a million stories we could tell on each other. We used to play Strawberry Shortcake dolls together after school. We learned to ride bikes together. We played hide and seek under the street light that was in our driveway. I would also sneak out and talk to Leslie through her bedroom window. I thought I was really doing something. Eventually boyfriends and cars came into our lives. And drama. ;) But we remained good friends through it all. Leslie now is married, has a cool job, travels the world with her husband (just because they can), and I live vicariously though her sometimes.