i have two stories. one i don’t feel like telling right now, but it involves me taking Charlie to the vet today; a traumatic experience for both of us. [insert: sad, motherly face]
i do feel like telling the following though:
on my last day of middle school, there was a girl that i knew of but she was not currently a friend of mine (we never had any classes together). we happened to be standing by each other in the lunch line and we admitted that we had “friend crushes” on each other and vowed to be friends once we got to high school. the girl: barb scott. the vow: accomplished.
we didn’t have many classes together, but we were both theatre nuts and did shows together. my favorite will always be when she played the Nurse when i was Juliet (in Romeo and Juliet), OR when she was Puck in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. that was pretty brilliant, but our characters didn’t have much interaction. for the record, she was, by faaar, a better actress than myself. and it was through barb that i became exposed to a variety of musicals and movies (like Clue!). and aside from being in shows, we also became good friends outside of the stage.
one day during our senior year (i think), we somehow started talking about how we both had to keep “journals” when we were in elementary school for writing, and how we still had them. so we each brought ours in and swapped. my notebook was from when i was in 2nd grade and it was full of stories i wrote during “writing time” in class. i can’t remember what grade barbs was from; nonetheless her stories were freaking hilarious. hello… elementary school mentatlity and imagination…
moving on… i still have barb’s notebook (packed away in the States), and she still has mine. we’ve agreed that at our 10 year reunion we’ll return the notebooks back to each other and write a letter to the other on the last page of them. [awwww] i know, right?
i bring all of this up because she sent me a facebook message yesterday and mentioned how she read my notebook again the previous night. not only that, she took the liberty of including her favorite story that i wrote – and you all are about to be exposed to it… brace yourself.
September 27, 1991
(this is typed exactly as written)
A Ride on a rainbow.
One day I was riding my bike and then something was liften me up and I was so a fraid and I looked down and I saw a rainbow and I didn’t no what to do so I just kep riding my bike and then I saw lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of rainbows and I said to my self I think this is rainbow land and there was a lot and lot of gold and water and so I took a swim in the water and it was so warm and it took me to coco land and then there was all the 1nd and 2nd graders and so then I went to lala land and everyone there sunged la la la la la and my head started herting and then I went to play land and every botte was playing and thay singed a song calded play land and then I went to a place cald no no land and then thay kept saying no no and I asked them if I could come in and thay said no no
[End story]
so… hilarious, no? don’t judge me… i was seven. but the ending was kinda funny, right!? right? no no? fine.
