scrunchie blankets and "don't sit on me" furniture

It's been so long since I have seen them, that it is hard to pinpoint the exact moment in time, yet the most random things consistently remind me how much a part of each other's lives we were for so long. A red wagon. The word scrunchie. Any song by a boy band and/or Nelly. Even now, though we do not keep in touch as well as we should, the random text, Facebook post, Christmas card, or phone call connects us to the past and it's as though no time has passed.

We had the kind of friendship every little girl should have, and it sustained us throughout high school, and even though it is distant now, it is not lost. We spent endless hours decorating my parent's front sidewalk with a wide array of chide walk salk "drawings". Although in reality, we really just wrote our names over, and over, and over again. We rode our bicycles through the hills of the desert all summer long, and tried not to sled off of cliffs in the winter. In between a good old fashioned game of Roads (our own creation), we chased each other with earth worms, and battled it out in Night Games until our parents hollered for us to come inside. We spent our senior prom together in a very unfortunate "limousine," and took our first out-of-town sans parents road trips together to Cheyenne and Salt Lake.

Gradually, as people do, we drifted apart - figuratively and geographically. Even now, as the three of us are scattered across three states, two time zones, and a million lifetimes, I hope you both know how much you have meant, and continue to mean to me.

Emerald St/Carlyle Ct reunion soon?

XO,
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