Childhood friendships are like perfect summer days; oftentimes fleeting yet never forgotten. The evidence of such a statement exists inside the falling mercury of sunless winter days when one’s thoughts turn toward the familiar glow of youthful meanderings and time well spent, usually with a buddy or two, a hayloft, a swimming hole, or perhaps a bicycle or tire swing.
If your like me, many of these friendships are hibernating, much like the summer sun, awaiting another time to shine, another moon to rise, another year to turn, before the friendship is renewed with old stories relived and new wrinkles ignored. Who else other than this merry band could see you as you were 20 or 30 years ago?
Watching my eldest enter this realm has laid on my mind the sheer gravity of childhood friendships. She is now old enough to see the world in proper perspective yet young enough to pretend it does not yet apply. What a wonderful place to sit, if only for a brief moment, and bask in the sunshine of childhood, companionship, and curious contemplation. If only the winter wind could be so kind! Just a thought!
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