Saturday June 23, 2011
I was walking through the woods this morning with my three neighbors, Shannon, Jamie, and Maura. A cool breeze pushed our hair in our faces as we trudged down the mossy green trail. The only sounds we could hear were our sneakers tromping on the trail. I stared at the back of Shannon's shoes, and concentrated hard on not falling over any limestone that dared to poke itself out of the ground. We started descending the hill towards the lake, and Shannon started talking about her family and how she disliked some of the pressures they unintentionally put on her. Her and Maura started comparing their friends and their families.
I chimed in and said, “I don't really consider you my friend.”
“Uhm, what?” Maura replied.
“I don't think of you as my friend.”
I really meant what I said, and I explained to them how they are somewhere in between friends and family. I have known my neighbors, Shannon, Jamie, and Maura since I was born. We were there for Shannon when her parents split up. We were there for Jamie when her parents were away or working (which was most of the time for a few years). We were there for Maura when she was getting picked on in elementary school, and they were all there for me when my mom's brain surgery did not go as expected.
A lot of childhood friends grow apart when their lives begin to take separate paths, but the four of us have been blessed to stay close even though we are all in very different places in our lives. Maura is the youngest, and she will be starting her second year of high school this fall. She has always been the baby, and we all watch out for her like her own personal troop of sisters. Jamie was born twenty days before me and she is starting school pre-med at the University of Pittsburgh in Johnstown. It is definitely going to be an adjustment not being able to see them every day like I am used to. Shannon is a sophomore at Mansfield studying Environmental Science.
Even though we are all living away from each other, nothing changes when we are together. I spent this weekend with them and although we are much older, we still have just as much fun doing the same things that we did when we were in elementary school. They are the first people I call when I had a bad day or heard some exciting news, and they will call me when they want to have a last- minute sleepover or a run to Dairy Queen.
I have realized lately how incredibly lucky we all are to have each other. I know it sounds dorky and cliché, but I always wished that I had a sister. Don't get me wrong, I love my big brother, but I always wanted to have a girl to tell everything to who would love me regardless. I do have a sister, and not just one but three.