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Friday
Jul192013

To My Childhood Best Friend

Meet me at the corner of Brightwood Street; come as your childhood self in our uniform of sixties suburbia: frayed cut-offs and long white T shirt and flip-flops.

Meet me where my front yard gives way to the side street winding away from that House of Incest. Sit with me on the curb, just as we did as kids, our shoulders scraping comfortably as we laughed and horsed around, two ordinary kids doing ordinary kid stuff. Touch my arm when we laugh at a joke, for I need once more your casual touch to assure me my flesh is more than a sexual play thing.

Look into my eyes once more with your keen, affectionate expression. Speak of your dreams, and encourage me to share mine. Stall when we hear your mother's voice calling, taking your time getting up from the curb, loathe to part from me. Call me after dinner just to hear my voice, though we just spent all day together lollygagging.

I have never again been that close to anyone as I was to you during those childhood days.

Meet me at the corner of Brightwood Street for oh, I miss you so . . .

 

 

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This reads like a song. I can nearly hear the music to it.

June 28, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterAustin

me again......

Early childhood friends seemed to be the purest for me as well. In the 2nd grade I had a best friend who simply disappeared. I don't know if she moved or what but my mother let me put a sign in our car window with her name on it that said for her to call me. It had my phone number and her name on it. It was nice of her to let me do that. I missed her terribly.

The other night I dreamed about a girl with a voice like an angel. I knew her in the 4th grade. She use to bring the audience to tears with her operatic voice.

There's something about those early childhood friendships that stay with us forever. I like having those memories. Sometimes they feel sad but I think I like remembering those times.

Austin

June 28, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterAustin

Austin,

Yes, that's it: there was a pureness about childhood friendships. That's so sad about your best friend.

Friendships are just plain irreplacable.

June 28, 2009 | Registered Commenterbeautifuldreamer

Ivory,

I tracked down this friend about 7 years ago. It was rather weird. I told her I was trying to deal with my childhood issues, and asked if she'd be willing to share some of her childhood memories with me, to help me out. She said she really didn't remember her childhood, which I thought was odd. As far as I know she didn't go through any kind of abuse--but who knows? I'm sure she'd say the same of me.

Anyway, we emailed back and forth about half a dozen times, and then it kind of fizzled out. Sometimes I guess you have to console yourself with the good memories. People change.

As Austin said, thinking of childhood friendships is sad, but it's also good to have the memories.

I don't think I'd have made it through those horrible years without this best friend. When I left home at 15, I wasn't able to even give her any warning. I've always felt bad about that.

June 28, 2009 | Registered Commenterbeautifuldreamer

Sometimes the impact people have on our lives they'll never ever know or ever begin to grasp.

From time to time I run into a girl from the 8th grade that I wasn't friends with at all. As a matter of fact I beat her up once but she remembers me kindly. I apologized for beating her up and told her it has plagued me for years. She said, Austin, when I remember you, and I think of you often, I remember your booming laugh not the fight we had. We didn't know each other that well, our contact was limited but we still think of each other for our separate reasons. I'm sure there's someone that thinks of you the way we remember past friends. The smallest gestures sometimes make the biggest impact. I'm sure someone has felt your kind impact and remembers early friendship with a warm heart.

Austin

June 28, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterAustin

I had several "best" friends - one for each place we lived. Through facebook and myspace I've even found a few of them again. It's amazing to see now how our perceptions of our childhood have changed. I never thought I acted "normal" but I guess I did to some. Others remember me acting strangely when I was sure I had pulled off acting normally quite well.

June 29, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterEnola

This post was very touching. Made me think of a best buddy we had when we lived in just one of the house of horrors. Her name was Patience and always loved to go to her house and play mud pies with her. Forgot all about her and how much I needed that place of escape till I read this. Thank you for the positive reminder that there were good things and good people even in the bad times of the past.
Healing

July 19, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterHealing

Healing,

I find it empowering to remind myself, as I did in this post, that evil didn't reign in every aspect of my childhood--that there were good things going on, neck to neck with the evil, so to speak.

Thanks for leaving your comment,
Beauty

July 19, 2013 | Registered Commenterbeautifuldreamer

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