Last night, I had dinner with a very old friend. Very old meaning that her and I go way back. Not old as in age- she is actually a year younger than me, but I was old for my grade and she was young, so we both ended up in the same grade together. The first year I ever, in my life, attended public school, I was in the 7th grade. Kim and I went to school together 7th-11th, and then she moved to Oklahoma. She is married with two kids, and we try to meet up together once or twice a year whenever she comes into town. She brought her youngest son, Dagan, with her, and we had dinner at my house and spent hours looking at old photo albums. It is so nice to actually have a friend who remembers your old boyfriends, the ditsy comments, the embarrassing fashion declarations, and the heartaches of Jr. High school. We laughed at old inside jokes, and she even remembered the wording to a "friendship" contract I typed up on the computer and made everybody sign. Oh Lordy... I actually have kept in contact with most of my old girlfriends and have been so glad. Kim knows me inside and out; I can totally be myself with her! What a blessing it is to keep old friendships!