My mother will attest that when I was younger I used to remember EVERYTHING. She would always be amazed and tell me, "When you get older and you brain gets fuller, this won't happen as much." Well, of course she was right. I can't remember why I get up from my desk and walk into my bedroom to get......something. I can't remember why there's a sticky note on my wallet that says "purple," and I certainly can't remember half the things she claims to tell me. It's quite possible that she suffers from the same condition, but she's adamant that she tells me things and I just forget them.
Anyway, the other day I somehow started thinking about childhood friends and found my best friend from age I can't remember to about I can't remember on facebook. Sasha. I don't remember meeting Sasha and I don't really remember falling out of touch with Sasha, but I do remember being attached at the hip, ankle, and wrist to her. We were a pesky little duo (with a younger sidekick in her sister Hava) that wreaked havoc on poor Sasha's mom Gina and tried to "stay up all the way to midnight" every time we had sleepovers (which I think was just about every single night in the summer time). We never made it. I think our parents put us to bed at 7:30 because midnight was always a REALLY long time away.
Like I said, I can't remember a lot of specifics (I'm going to hope that it's because my brain is full of important information and it's been probably 23 years since our last sleepover) but here are the things I do remember about her:
1. Sasha taught me how to drink out a cup backwards to get rid of the hiccups. She could do it without spilling it down the front of her. I could not. She ALWAYS gave me the hiccups.
2. Sasha loved cream cheese. In the morning she'd take a half a bagel and spread about two inches thick of cream cheese on it.....I think this is the root of my hatred for those tiny little cream cheese tubs they give you at a bagel place. There's never enough.
3. Sasha turned the swing set in her backyard into a spaceship. She knew her way around that thing like the back of her hand. I was always walking out a window or into a wall. Now that I think back it was probably something similar to the Star Trek Enterprise. That girl had the best imagination you've ever seen.
4. When we laughed really hard she'd fall over. I, on the other hand, couldn't breath and would start to drool awkwardly down the front of my shirt. Add that to the water down the front of my shirt from aforementioned hiccups rememdy and I always looked like a mess around her. Thank goodness we were too young to judge.
5. Sasha loved pizza. We used to go to Pizza and Pipes a lot (or maybe only twice, I can't remember) but she didn't like the strings that form when you pull hot cheese pizza apart. And Hava was afraid of the giant characters (I think they might have been Disney characters, but again, it's all very fuzzy). It was always an adventure at Pizza and Pipes. It's since burned down, been rebuilt as a Ruby Tuesday, went out of business, and now probably has some squatters living inside.
6. Sasha, Hava, and I used to share a bed on our sleepovers. It was so fun. I don't even know how big that bed was or how big we were. All I know is that we used to try and stay up until midnight and then the next thing I knew, we'd wake up a mess of arms and legs and twisted nightshirts in the morning, looking forward to bagels and cream cheese. We probably looked like a litter of kittens when we slept.
Funny the things you remember about people. So glad we've finally reconnected on facebook.
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