Let me start by saying that I don't EVER want to be a teenager again. Ever. No one could pay me enough to go through that swamp of hormones, angst, broken hearts, and dramatic days. Ever.
But.
I really miss some of the friendships. Recently Vanessa brought down a photo album from youth conferences and we pulled out mine as well and spent a good hour or two looking through them, putting names to faces and talking about where all these people went.
"Remember the night I couldn't sleep because of nightmares so you guys stayed up with me all night long?"
"Remember when we got kicked out of the no-talent show because we were laughing too hard and went and rearranged the messages written on the dorm windows with masking tape?"
"Oh my god! I remember that kid! He was so funny!"
"Oh damn. Flattering. That was taken after dancing for four hours straight."
"Hey, I remember this! This was that night we rented the hotel room after the planning meeting and..."
"Hahaha, I can't believe we actually got him to put that on!"
Along with all these come flooding in the secrets, the bonding, the feeling of total acceptance. That feeling of knowing that even though it was going to be at least 6 months until you saw them next, when you did they were still some of your best friends.
And then we all got old. We moved away, went to school, got married, had kids, started our own businesses, passed away, drifted into a life completely our own and totally separate and away from the places we used as a breeding ground of intimate friendships.
I miss them. Well, most of them.
Also, I still have all the pictures suckers! Expect some exploitation coming to a facebook near you.
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