I grew up in an awesome neighborhood in Pasadena.  The friends I had, though a few years younger than I, were some of the best people I’ve ever met, and they came from awesome families.  I knew these folks since I was about 6 or so, and when I look back I always marvel at how fortunate I was. Each of their parents was a parent to me in a way, just as I was one of their children.
I ran in to one of those childhood friends tonight, and it was a breath of fresh air. It’s in those moments that I realize how much change people go through, and I’m not talking about her, I’m talking about myself. I remember how I was around my friend’s older (but still not as old as I am) sister, and I was a different person entirely. While my silliness is in tact, I am more conifdent; comfortable in my own skin. It was a welcome observation to what is inarguably the highlight of my week.
She was older, certainly, but through the unfamiliar fog I saw the girl I knew. Come to think of it, I think that was the girl I had my first real crush on. HA! Wow.
I’m loving life.