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<\/p>\nFrom the age of about 7 to 11, my best friends were Jen and Katy. We had many adventures. We called ourselves The Three Muskateers. We pretended we were witches. We had witch names. We had more fun than should be legal. The kind of fun where it’s a summer dusk and it’s time to go in to supper, and our mothers are calling us in (we lived on the same block in the same neighborhood), and we were all literally FRANTIC to not go inside! It seemed literally impossible to stop our games!<\/p>\n
I just saw both of them last week. Well, I saw everyone last week. I love them still. We are not in touch, not in an everyday way, but that bond is there. Great women, both of them.<\/p>\n
Here the three of us are, at the busstop, on two different first days of school – I am guessing 5th and 6th grade (for me, I mean. The three of us were staggered in age, I was the oldest.)<\/p>\n
It’s rare that a TRIO of girls will work so well. Usually there’s some backstabbing going on. Not with us. We were inseparable.<\/p>\n
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From the age of about 7 to 11, my best friends were Jen and Katy. We had many adventures. We called ourselves The Three Muskateers. We pretended we were witches. We had witch names. We had more fun than should … Continue reading