Setting the World on Fire and working at the Car Wash
Even though we knew each other as children and played at the beach together,the prime of our lives was the year 1976, and one of our favorite songs was Working at the Car Wash, and the three of us were young and indestructible. The three of us were going to be best friends forever and stay in touch. We lied.
It is 16 years later, and I got a phone call where I was working, and it was HER! It was my best friend from High School. She asked me to check on a mother of a friend which was on another floor than I worked. Just to check on her, and that she heard I was one of the best nurse assistants and where I worked was wonderful. I said that ‘it is, and I am’ and we laughed. She said to call her, and we need to get together and get to know each other again. There were no excuse; we are only like 45 minutes away. That’s sad, really. And I was worried, and nervous, and I didn’t know why.
I called her, and that old familiar voice, the laugh; the tenderness was still there, but slightly more gruffly. Have we waited too long to re-kindle our friendship? I’m worried, please; go with me, you guys. Dear readers, I hardly ever cry, but I did while I wrote this. I was puzzled. Because my old childhood friend called wanting to get together and get maybe get a cup of coffee? Sure, I said. But I was not sure of myself.
And I’m so melancholy, and there are so many emotions that are so many bitter-sweet. I think because our reunion is represents my YOUTH, and the green girl I left behind. I miss that young girl. Gosh, I miss her bravery, her carefree world, and her shenanigans, innocent as they were. I have missed all of us. But I am so very protective over this naïve girl. So the young girl is still in here,in my heart;ME.... waiting, I haven't felt her in a very long time. Its just I have realized that I had left my youth behind her in the dust. In the real harsh world of living, I haven’t just not grown up, but grown old. Us three girls were in High School and thought we were going to be sly, so we skipped, and went to the lake. I remember that we were really something, with shorts and halter tops, with the wind and sunshine in our long hair. But when we meet again will the sun be as bright as that wonderful day?
Laugh Hard and be Happy
Make a note to SELF; You're not THAT old!
Have you met someone in your life that shared the same of sense of humor, that you laughed so hard that you feel you have bruised your ribs? I have. Have you see the old movie American Graffiti? Well, that was like us, cruising, and drag racing, driving her big Chevy truck, screaming at boys at a red light then laughingly doing some Starsky and Hutch maneuvers and lost them. Sneaking out at daybreak, because we knew there were some boys camped out and they were all sleeping. They were all in sleeping bags but they had taken their pants off. Yes, we just quickly took those pants and hid them and hid ourselves. Until they hollered at us and we all cheekily, brought the britches to them and got back in her truck. And for some reason it was so hilarious.
Putting it all back in place again.
In a way us kids found stuff to do, not all innocent, but that’s before the night clubs were popular, we didn’t drink, we didn’t do drugs. Who needs drugs when you are on such a girly and giggly euphoria? And if you have your own language, and that’s before the movie Clueless with all those cliches’ like Baldwin…it was “he’s Barry Barry Manilow” or short “Barry” we had others. I grin thinking back at all the stuff we did.
A New Chapter
There has been a lot happened to me since I seen her. Have I changed too much where we can’t have that special bond anymore? And can we start anew, all fresh? I have grown as a person I think, and respect means a lot to me. Not only that I think differently, I don’t LOOK the same either….dah. Gosh, I have false teeth now! Well,Yuck,right? I have this vision of meeting her; I'm walking the green mile right up to the point to where I look into my old friends eyes, and say goodbye to my childhood or say HELLO to a MATURE FRIENDSHIP? I hope we both feel that we have 'come to age, Gracefully'.
Adios amigo my youth;my teen years, it was fun, nice, and you will always stay dear to my heart, (talking to myself) At least us three girls can look back fondly at those great times and say, ' How wonderful it was!"
As we were sleeping...and living.
Years and years went by, time went on, she had grandchildren, I still don’t but I have my own crowning accomplishments, rain or shine, and our lives came full circle in some weird way. Without us knowing, our Mothers met at the Chemo Clinic. Yes, both our Mothers have cancer. Damn. That’s not right, the universe and the stars were out of sync in our universe. It was just eerie, uncanny. Here I was thinking of them on my old friend’s birthdays and often any other days in my life and here are our mothers calling each other for moral support, and becoming FRIENDS.
Coffee,tea,or just old ME.
I take a deep breath; we are going ‘just for coffee’. I guess I need some cheese with my wine. Just feel out of my element, fish out of water, I kind of hopes she feels the same as we both get out our car, with older bodies with gray in our hair.
Wait a minute. Stop the presses. The heck with this! Dear Reader, I think there will be fresh color on my hair, no gray THAT day, and I will look at all my weather app on my iPhone (in 1976, what was an app? the heck with that, what was a cell phone back then?) and will pick a slightly windy and sunny day for our coffee. Hey young ones; I grew up.
Wish me luck.
This song reminds me of my youth and this is what I listened to as I wrote this. Do you guys listen to music as you write, and what do y'all listen too?