Friends are the sweet stuff inside, adding taste to the cookie. I think back of all the fun I had being around friends as I sit here in my 70's still treasuring the times that devious behavior exhibited where those buddies came through for me.
This happened during high school years, where I teamed up with my buddies to show just how cool we were. Whether it was sneaking out of my second floor bedroom window around midnight to meet up with a neighborhood boyfriend to just walk around and share thoughts. Of course, our crafty and often times deceitful behavior got me into trouble, but boy was it fun. FRIENDS were there to help out with those mishaps sticking up for such awful behavior.
I remember riding in Joey's top down as we girls were headed to find some trouble. She owned a fabulous convertible and what else would think nothing of picking up a hitch hiker. We let him off at our local gas station upon arriving back home. I didn't know that my parents knew of such an act until months later! The owner of that station was a friend and shared this information with them. My friends stuck up for me explaining "there is nothing wrong in being kind"!
When I attended college at UNI I lived in a dorm not 7 miles from home! I climbed out of a third story window with sheets tied together. Again a group of girlfriends were headed for trouble. It was late in the evening and curfew time was in position. Certainly retribution occurred in that late night plotted scheme. I can't even recall the reason for such an act, but I had a ball! True friends helping out once again.
The word "LIE" to my parents took over a large part of my vocabulary during those years. I put them through much pain as they often wondered how they produced such a untrustworthy and deceitful child. After flunking out of college, because working at the pizza joint, modeling for BLACK'S department store and having a ball my buddies seemed more important at the time. It was my friends who got me through some sticky situations as dealing with my mother and father...and sister and brother!
My parents were the happiest people around when I got married to Leon. There was now someone else that could deal with me. Through thick and thin my husband was the hero.
Throughout my life I attempted to pay my family back for all the heartache I caused while growing up. I must say I could not have handled the few situations mentioned here without my dear FRIENDS! This was just the beginning of how important those "chocolate chips" called friendship were to me from the beginning of time through right now in my 70's.
2/8/2022 10:30:27 am
To say you were a handful growing up would be putting it mildly😜
2/8/2022 10:53:36 am
It was all for the fun of it, Maryann. Kristi can tell you some stories about my misbehaving in those growing up years. Very unpleasant for my whole family.
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