The good old days
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you. I think about old times we've had and new ones we have left to create. How everytime I've needed you, you've been there or how you could always look to me for help. I'm glad I could be there for you. The early mornings I'd come over where always fun. You're poor mom wasn't sure how many daughters she had! Oh to be in high school again! It would be so much easier and less complicated! Lunch time with Timmy the rent-a-cop! And sharing a locker, and civics! And all the other classes we had together. And how you got into that one Art class as a TA even tho you hadn't taken the class! You sneeky thing! Ahh the good old days, and gym class, and telling Mr. Burgge that it was "that time of the month" to get out of doing things, or playing badmitton and vollyball, and "running" around the gym! HA! Us run around the gym. What good times we had! What good times! And all the other silly things we did, but mostly just having a friend like you is what made high school great!
posted by Hoo @ 10:05 AM
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