Monday, February 22, 2010
Short Story #4
Donna was my best friend in Junior High. She was two years older than I was & quite a bit thinner, skinny even. She's probably become a model or at least, as they say, looks like one, while I feel fatter every year. One of her ambitions was to become a model, mine too. I'm too old & fat now, too fat for modeling, anyway, something that's not hard to do. Models are not exactly the norm, when it comes to weight & size. I suppose that if I wanted to suffer enough, I could do something about the fat part. Not much can be done about the old part.
I'm at an age now where a lot of careers are out. I could no longer be a ballerina, for instance, something that I wanted to be when I was about 10 (also too old to be a ballerina, to be honest).
Another of Donna's ambitions was to drive a race car. I don't know if she ever did something along those lines, though one of her brother's may have: a famous driver, with the same last name, was in the news, a while back, after a bad wreck on the track. It would be interesting to find that he was one of her brothers, she had four: Danny, Paul, David & an older brother that I rarely saw, who's name I don't remember.
Donna & I went a lot of places together, as many places as two kids could go, when neither one is old enough to drive. We lived next door to each other & would often walk together to our brother's baseball games or to the BX (base exchange, we lived on an Air Force Base) to shop. We where quite fashion conscious, even at our young ages & would often make little booklets of the latest styles in clothing, hair & make up (even though neither of us actually wore make up) that where cut from the latest British & American magazines. Her mother was British & this is where, I suppose, we got the magazines, I don't remember anymore. The walks that we took where long. It was quite a distance from the housing area to the BX & I would always forget just how far we needed to walk, until we where already about halfway to our goal. Sometimes we could get one of our mother's to drive us, but usually, as we where often reminded, they had other things to do...
We eventually moved apart, as kids whose parents are in the Air Force do.I wonder where she is now. SAM
W hat kinds of things did you & your friends want to do, when you where young? Did you get to do any of them? Did they? Do you know where they are now?