My bestest friend
I met my mom for the first time again when I was four. At the time, I remember being embarrassed not knowing who or what a mother was, but just in case you people think life was hard for me, it was not. I wound up having a great childhood.
We moved around quite a bit, until she hit her stride career-wise. When I was twelve, she moved us into a nice house in a marvelous Middle-America neighborhood, and I got to hang with a great group of kids.
My very best friend was a standout. Most popular, most athletic, the guy everyone (and I mean, everyone) listed on that questionnaire as being their best friend, and so on and so on. He was a good looking boy, something I didn't realize really was true until I saw an old picture of him after his funeral twenty-one years ago. When he was in junior high, the babes were continually trying to steal his letter jacket. All I had was a pair of well-worn gym shorts, but did anyone make a play for them? Hell naw. But we're talking a buncha silly girls, and what did they know anyway?
One of those babes found me on Classmates not long ago. I do remember her, and she was certainly a nice enough young lady, just not someone I spent much time thinking about. She said in her note that when she was in junior high, she and a number of other girls would park themselves on the grass outside the gym, waiting for me to walk past. I personally groove on compliments, even when I know the person paying the compliment is confused, as she was -- she was thinking of my friend. I had to write and tell her, much as I'd like to believe it was me, it wasn't.
How was it with you, was your best friend the apple of the teacher's eye? The one who really hit it off with the opposite sex? The kid your parent(s) wished you were?
We moved around quite a bit, until she hit her stride career-wise. When I was twelve, she moved us into a nice house in a marvelous Middle-America neighborhood, and I got to hang with a great group of kids.
My very best friend was a standout. Most popular, most athletic, the guy everyone (and I mean, everyone) listed on that questionnaire as being their best friend, and so on and so on. He was a good looking boy, something I didn't realize really was true until I saw an old picture of him after his funeral twenty-one years ago. When he was in junior high, the babes were continually trying to steal his letter jacket. All I had was a pair of well-worn gym shorts, but did anyone make a play for them? Hell naw. But we're talking a buncha silly girls, and what did they know anyway?
One of those babes found me on Classmates not long ago. I do remember her, and she was certainly a nice enough young lady, just not someone I spent much time thinking about. She said in her note that when she was in junior high, she and a number of other girls would park themselves on the grass outside the gym, waiting for me to walk past. I personally groove on compliments, even when I know the person paying the compliment is confused, as she was -- she was thinking of my friend. I had to write and tell her, much as I'd like to believe it was me, it wasn't.
How was it with you, was your best friend the apple of the teacher's eye? The one who really hit it off with the opposite sex? The kid your parent(s) wished you were?
