Some days, I just feel sentimental. Today is one of those days. I keep thinking of all of the summer memories with Claire when we were younger. I miss her, I miss being little. We would play soccer out in the front yard for hours or bake cookies with absolutely no recipe. We played with American Girl dolls until we were much to old and rode our bikes to the video store when we were bored. We had an Avatar: The Last Airbender party where we had a marathon and ate snacks, then for the series finale we went to get ice cream and watched all together. So many summer nights we would talk on the phone together and tell stories.
In the summer before ninth grade we both watched the (incredibly stupid) show Secret Life of the American Teenager and would discuss it all the time. We would go swimming and play Olympics in the pool. We set up a "cartwheel" class in the yard for E to learn how. We tanned on the driveway and went on walks around the neighborhood. We had numerous sleepovers and made elaborate breakfasts for just us two in the morning. We would walk to ice cream shops and eat on the driveway and pack picnics. We practiced softball on the sidewalk in front of my house and went to each others games.
Where does the time go?
I don't know.