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April 22, 2007
Back in the day...
when I was single and without children, young and full of energy and not half bad to look at I use to enjoy taking joy rides, looking for something to do, but basically just to talk with my great friend Valerie, smoke cigarettes and discuss life!
Those were the days my friend and I often think back to that time, especially during the spring of the year when so many things are coming back to life. Trees and flowers in bloom, the sun shining bright and the air cool and crisp on these April mornings.
It's not that I don't feel lively or free now, but I guess just not as much as I did then.
I'd call her up after a long day on my feet at work, ask her if she wanted to go riding around, "Sure," she'd say. So I'd run home, jump in the shower, throw on some comfy outfit, shorts and a baggy t-shirt, a little make up, grab my smokes and then I would pick her up and off we'd go! For miles we would drive around the town, back dirt roads and over a lot of the county, of course gas then didn't cost any where near what it does now, but we never gave it a thought actually, maybe we should have, but we didn't. We just had fun, enjoyed the afternoon to discuss everything we possible could think of, life, love and our own pursuit for happiness.
Our talks would also include whoever the latest guy was in our lives, what they weren't or were doing to drive us crazy mad or romantically stupid, how hectic work was, friends and aquaintences and always a few secrets! That was the fun part because we valued our friendship so much and could trust each other with everything, actually, still do.
Often times as evening crept upon us we'd stop somewhere to grab a bite to eat and then head on home.
I feel these memorable times of my life come back to me because of the fact that my own daughter, soon to be 15, will be enjoying these kinds of freedom in her life. Soon she will have a license, a job, graduate from high school and have a best friend to hang with and I hope her memories are as fond as mine! (minus the cigarettes of course!)
Posted by tracey at April 22, 2007 04:19 PM
Comments
Ha! My mom always said when Devon was little that she had "devil eyes".
I have a feeling that it's just getting started :)
(I can laugh now, wait until Averi's 15!)
Posted by: Randi at April 23, 2007 08:39 AM