When school was out on holidays, the Chapel Hill YMCA had an all-day program so parents who worked could send their children to the Y rather than hire a babysitter.
On Memorial Day in ninth grade, I met Janeane. It was kismet. We had a sudden bond. We talked about basketball, and books, and our parents, and our friends, and how both of us had hair that turned blonde in the summer and how neither of us really understood why those Coca-Cola rugby shirts were suddenly so popular.
It was a swift and sudden attachment, formed as we rode next to one another in a YMCA van that was picking up and dropping off children, all of whom we ignored in favor of one another's attention.
There were two junior high schools in Chapel Hill at the time, and she went to the one that I did not. We promised to see one another again, in the fall, when school started.
I only ever saw her passing in the hallway. We never spoke again.
That's just sad. =[
ReplyDeleteFriendship stopped short before it could really go anywhere. Really, any stunted relationship, ended before its time, or never really begun, is quite unfortunate. Let's be glad there's such a thing as commitment. :D
It's something I've had happen numerous times. I'm sure I'l write about it again. That sort of fleeting, "Lost in Translation" relationship happened a lot to me when I was younger.
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