I was lucky enough to grow up in a great neighborhood. A really great neighborhood.
Pretty much, it was awesome.
Bikes, swimming, kick the can, baseball in the cul-de-sac, bus stops, trails. Good stuff.
This past Saturday I got to see and hang out for a (too short!) time with three old friends.
Cody. Paul. Philip.
My gosh. Pulling up to the old Beach Club and seeing the two guys standing there was crazy! I couldn't believe it.
They looked great. Just like I remembered them. It had been 25 years!!
Then we walked around a couple of blocks (on our way to meet the final friend), pointing out old houses, remembering who lived where, recalling lots of old times.
I missed Cindy, Steve, Darrin, Shannon, the Haverkamps.
I'm sad we don't all live in the same state anymore. We grew up. Sigh.
But, there is nothing like old friends. People from the neighborhood. Those you know who would probably have your back in an instant. And you would have theirs.
Can't wait to see them again.
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