Reconnecting with childhood friends is an
amazing kaleidoscope of images, emotions,
memories . . . both glorious and somewhat
painful. I imagine it's rather difficult to have
the one without the other, yet nothing truly
prepares you for the upcoming onslaught. I
laughed and cried, found myself overcome,
openmouthed, indignant, and surprisingly
moved. Those friendships are unlike the ones
we make as adults. They are woven into the
very fabric of our being; they are part of our
becoming. There are no secrets, reinventions,
altered memories. It's a whole different 'Friday
the Thirteenth', if you will. I find myself much
moved and grateful. May we ever be . . .
a different ilk
my childhood wrapped up in friends
a promise we made
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