1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Memory
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I remember when you first told me your real name and I was like, "what a beautiful name!" it reminded me of one of my favorite movies "Candleshoe" with Jody Foster.
MIKA CONCERT!!! BEST EVER~!!!!! oh and having the party at your house...that was the first time I met you!
I remember talking about silky underwear... just laughing all summer with you! I remember sitting at Lake Mary with you also. You know, you were a really good friend to me at a very important time of my life, so thank you for that!
If my memory serves me right back in our senior year we were both in the acappella choir concert at abravenel hall. It was at that concert in the back room that Aaron held my hand for the first time and I believe that you were the only one that saw that. I remeber the shocked look on your face, because I too was just as shocked. Oh the drama of Choir Flings!!! :)
I have been wracking my brain trying to come up something specific, but all I can think of is that I have known you for more than 11 years and you have been a part of just about eveything since then. Most Dance groups, all the parties, more recent Tea Parties, and you were at my wedding. I remember tons about you.
"Have fun being STERILE!!"
You were, without doubt, my best friend in fifth grade. My most vivid memory is of a sleepover we had at your house - my guess is that this slumber party was for your birthday, as it was winter. Before we crawled, together, into your huge bed, we heated up those cloth bag things filled with cherry pits or something and stuffed 'em in by our feet and snuggled up and fell asleep. I think I remember this because we were best friends, sharing our secrets with each other in the warmth of your cozy house that so contradicted the weather outside. Weird memory, but one of the most specific ones I have.
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