Over the Thanksgiving holiday I sent off an email to my oldest first best friend, Barbara. We go back to kindergarden days.
Like cats, we were often bosom buddies.
And like cats, sometimes we did not to speak to each other, though our school lockers were side by side.
Barbara lived in an apartment building, which I thought could not be more glamourous.
Her apartment was furnished grandly in my eyes, like a palace.
Meanwhile Barbara thought my house was wonderfully homie and that we were the classic American family...what?
Barbara is an only child and her clothes closet put me in a state of awe.
No hand-me-downs and all those Capezio ballerinas! Oh
Sometimes I had dinner at Barbara's.
It seemed as if they ate lamb chops (my favorite) every day.
Barbara and I were both artistic so we had lots in common.
There was a third artsy musketeer in our class - Mary Ellen. Together we landed all the top assignments you can land in the 4th grade like painting the Halloween windows at Strawbridges Department store. We've all become artists in various fields. From the earliest days I use to walk Barbara home, and then she would walk me home, and then I would walk her home again.
I still do that with friends - it's hard to stop chatting...
Are you in contact with your first best friend?