05-01-00
When I was in high school, my best friend and I used to take little paper dixie cups that were covered with flowers, and make baskets out of them using green pipe cleaners. Then we would fill them full of jellybeans and heryshey's kisses and give them to all of our friends as May baskets -- to celebrate May Day. And we would give each other half-birthday presents because my birthday was in the summer, and that way we got to celebrate something during the school year. And one time, we drove to Iowa City during the summer, and we were so busy talking about the fun we had that we missed the on ramp to back to Cedar Rapids, and ended up somewhere lost in little Amana. And my senior year, when she got pregnant and decided to give the baby up for adoption, I wrote my epic ode "Jane's Folly" about the incident for my Creative Writing class.
Strangely, short of one visit my freshman year of college, and a few letters, I haven't talked to her since. I wonder what she's up to. Hell, she's probably an art therapist with a husband and kids somewhere in middle America.
I hope that I get invited to the ten year reunion this summer, and I hope she's there.
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