Memories

September 18, 2013

Journal Entry #4

I miss you more and more every year. We're moving through high school as fast as my father on the highway, and every year I see you less and less, but you're still my best friend and my only real friend. We've always talked about burying a time capsule in my backyard, but there are so many memories that can't be captured and stored in a tiny box, so this is my "Remember When."

Remember when we walked from McDonald's all the way to Old Orchard beach because none of us had a car, and when we used to stay at your house all the time and just sit on your couch and eat mac and cheese like lazy bums because we had nothing to do and nowhere to go. Remember how we hand wrote each other letters everyday, always finding new ways to fold them for a prettier delivery, and how we called each other  and stayed up late every night. Back when we didn't just keep in touch through text messages and snap chats. Remember how we used to actually have classes together and I saw you in school and we could never keep quiet, even on separate sides of the room? Remember when my dad chaperoned the field trip for History Day, and we one 1st place for our website on the Cold War (which was less than impressive,) and we saw the alligator in the library with the tiny purple hat that made us laugh hysterically? Then on the way home my dad got all the students in the back of the bus to make a video that looked like the bus rolled over (which also came out poorly.) Remember when we were obsessed with Zumiez? Remember when we spent weeks at my house after school, snacking on popcorn and chocolates, thinking and rehearsing for our dance final? I really think we captured our friendship in that dance and in all of those videos. Then there was Minerva, and how we took down my mail box with that big rusty red truck, and we sat on milk crates, holding on for dear life while I learned how to drive a standard in a vehicle that had no brakes. Remember how we donkbaded to the lawnmower races, with all of its exhaust fumes and bright lights. I think of that when I realize how much of a redneck I really am.

I'll always remember the night we snuck out to my grandparents pool to see the stars and how beautiful they were, lighting up the sky like a dome surrounding us in the forest. I'll remember our trip to Warped Tour and Pierce the Veil and all of our local shows, where we dressed up just to make a good night out of it. I'll always remember our trips to Tennessee and Vermont and how you know my family just as well as I do, and all of the Grenier Fests and movie tickets and photographs together. I'll never forget all of these little things that keep us together and that will keep you in my life forever. You're truly my best friend and you always will be, until we're old in our rocking chairs talking to our grandchildren together, singing "When I was a young warthog!"