And, the weird thing is
I was also friends with Sharon & Margaret sometimes. I have great memories of sleeping over at Sharon’s and at her grandmother’s house. Her grandmother’s farm is now just a farmhouse surrounded by strip malls. Whenever I go past it with the kids in the car, I make sure to tell them that I used to play in that house & in that barn, when I was a kid.
I think that’s what makes the mean stuff harder on me - that it was coming from a ‘friend’.
Kids can just be cruel sometimes, I guess. I hope they all grew out of it by the time they were adults.
