I am working on a Miss America followup
Ya know when you think too much when you try to go to sleep? Ya know when you think about how sometimes it really hard to go to sleep if your mind is racing so then you do lay down and your mind starts racing? Here is what I was thinking way to hard about:
Memories of friends I had when I was a little girl- restricted to what I seemed to have stayed up all night thinking about. Being conscious, I remember more, but this is what I think about maybe while sleeping? I don't remember dreaming...
Daisy was in my first grade class. When I moved in high school she gave me a copy of a care bear coloring page that she had where she labeled the bears with her best friends names. Sweet right?
She, I and Brooke made up a service club. I think it was called the Happy Helpers. We went across from where she livedish and did some service for an elderly woman once, I remember weeding for her. If we did more than that, I don't remember.
Carlene lived in a big house. I LOVED going to her house because she had a lot of cool things. American girls dolls...she had them all, and clothes that went to them. AND we were allowed to play with them. She had this house that had a basement and then a cement court basement below that served as a dance/roller-bladding/volleyball etc. It had a giant ladder that lead to a door that lead to the pantry. There was also a hole in the attic that you could crawl in and be afraid of the insulation. Once when we were playing dance-which I loved because I never did and she had all kinds of costumes (understand she also has a lot of siblings, she is not the oldest.) I always was playing in toe shoes, I loved that. Once she told me that her teacher would put me straight en pointe if I started ballet with her. That made me feel so good. I loved playing with Char, we pretended all the time and it lasted all day.
Once she invited me to go ice blocking during the summer. I didn't know what that was, and found a turtle neck and long stretch pants. My mom tried over and over again to tell me I didn't need to wear that. At the last min they changed plans and we went swimming. Which I am sure saved me a whole lot of counseling later...
Charlene and I would also go to volleyball camps together as the years went on. Once we left super early for Ricks College. We took their 15 passenger van...I don't know why... but we picked a bench and promptly fell asleep. Later we woke up to her Mom furiously driving the freeway toward Rexburg as she wasn't thinking and had gone towards Utah and had to turn around. I loved volleyball camp with Charlene, microwaving cookies, renting swimsuits while waiting for our parents. She was at my house when my mom over filled our back yard swimming pool and it kind of exploded.
Camille had her 8th birthday party at her house, and we painted glass pictures that you hang in the window. She was so good about getting all the bubble out, and it looked fantastic. Mine had bubbles in it. Camille later became my roommate in college, introduced me to Gilmore Girls and I know I took her for granted. She also would write me letters after I moved away in High School, and make her own envelopes out of magazine pages. I still have them. It was something that saved my spirit, kind of a turning point in deciding to be happy.
Camille came to my 8th birthday sleepover and gave me a barbie prom board game. I still have it.
I think that's about where I fell asleep...