And that’s why it’s the past.

My best friend in elementary school was a horse girl just like me. We both collected plastic horses and always wanted to be Han Solo when we played Star Wars. She was blond and pretty where I was brunette and dumpy, but kids are simple creatures, and we had a great bond.

No bond could break the barrier of class, though; by Jr. High she broke away to hang out with friends who were in a whole ‘nother class of blondness, coolness and richness. I didn’t blame her; we were fairly poor and I didn’t know how to dress or act around popular people. If they didn’t like horses, music or Han Solo, I pretty much had nothing to say to them. I went on to be an artist and get heavily into music, and she got into the hotel business. I ended up working for my favorite bands and she’s apparently taking in money like gangbusters. Last year I was proud as punch to post a photo of me with Booker T. Jones; today, she just as gleefully posted a photo of herself with The Situation from Jersey Shore.

Funny how the differences between us never really changed, just our levels of friendship – but we both end up pretty happy about where we are…  even though we are in VASTLY different places.

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