Personal Stories: Memories of my childhood|
Posted Sep 26, 2002
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I met Kristin the first day of kindergarten and for the next few years, we were inseparable. My childhood was filled with an inexhaustible amount of fun, laughter and great memories with her. We were entrepreneurs, ice cream makers, tollbooth operators, actors and storeowners, just to name a few. We jumped on her parent’s bed when they weren’t looking; did the same on all the furniture at the racquetball club when we “thought” no one was watching. I know just about every nook and cranny in their house – the best places to hide…and the best places to spy (another one of our wide ranging professions). Our biggest problem was how to convince our parents’ to let us have a sleepover. Those were the days.
I saw her a few years ago when I was visiting Fanwood and she just finished walking her dogs. We had a few minutes to reminisce before a huge storm began. After that encounter, I realized that even though we did not keep in touch, we still shared the same passions that brought us together as children, especially our love of animals and the environment. I cannot think of my childhood without thinking of her, and am glad I got to see her again, even only for that fleeting moment. I’m sad that I didn’t get to truly thank her for being such a wonderful part of my life, but believe, she already knew.