The holiday season brings people home, and offers that rare opportunity to see friends from our past. Last Wednesday night I found myself eating dinner with three women who knew me when I teased my hair and pegged my jeans. It had been twelve years since we were all in the same place at the same time. I had other friends in those days, but these particular three formed a very specific group.
It got me thinking of that old cliché about how much easier it was to make friends when we were kids. When did I stop approaching strangers in public places to ask if they wanted to play? How do we wind up with the people we end up with in any given phase of our lives?
Once upon a time, I belonged to a school district that combined two of its schools in the seventh grade. What a horrible idea. As if entering junior high wasn’t stressful enough, there were a lot of strangers on my first day of school that year. All efforts toward elevating my social status in the sixth grade had been for nothing, because the social scoreboard was going back to zero. The scorekeepers? Twelve year old girls. Continue reading