Girlfriends

Debbie, Wendy, Lisa, April, and Dorothy were the ying to my yang. My best friends from grade school. We did it all and learned it all, together. How would I have gotten over those horrible dates without calling them the minute I got home? Who would have encouraged me to be all I wanted to be when my parents expected far less?

I miss the fun times we shared. The potato chip and white bread sandwiches we ate in Debbie's basement. The dreams we shared, and the secrets we kept. Cutting school to spend the day at Lisa's house listening to Deep Purple and watching soap operas. Lisa's parents were divorced. That was rare then, she was rare. Lisa was very short, very round and very silly. But she had us, and we had her. They were the lift-up, when the wall was too high to scale, and the example of how much worse my home life could have been.

Over the years I have made other friends, and have lost friends. Though, none as dear, or as important. Those girls were the foundation on which I built my life. After high school I changed, and so did my friends, but my love for my best buddies never have.