Thursday, May 08, 2008

Friendship

On Monday night I had dinner with my oldest friend—well, not literally the oldest because Mary Geo is younger than me, but we’ve been friends since she was two and I was three. Because our families were close, we spent a lot of time together. And part of the reason our friendship worked so well was that we never really felt the need to entertain each other. When we had a sleepover, Mary Geo would play with her dolls while I read, and this seemed to suit both of us just fine.
Mary Geo moved to England in the 70s, so we don’t see each other that often now. Aside from my trip to London in 1976, I realized that this was the first time we’d spent time together without our families or spouses around. It was amazing how we easily we slipped into our lifelong habit of laughing together and confiding in each other. I’ve come to the conclusion that we never really grow up—we just pretend to.

1 comment:

Leslie Jane Moran said...

I wish I could find one particular old school chum. I keep thinking that some day when I'm at Carlingwood Shopping Centre, she'll come skipping up to me and suggest french fries with gravy in the Laurentide Room at "Simpson Sears"...that's how far back we're going...I'm not even pretending that I'd LOVE for that to happen!