|41 years later: Me and Steph (both at the back) at the Waterbar in San Francisco|
Those were the years when our lawns seemed so huge that not even a gathering of all the neighbourhood kids could fill them, when everything was pee-in-your pants funny and we drove our mothers crazy with our giggling. Those were the years when the summers were brighter and longer and the dirty old town pool was a wonderland of concrete and water and Fru-Ju ice-blocks in the afternoon.
On Saturday night I was a bit worried Steph and I would have nothing to talk about, but we laughed for hours, and as the sun went down and the wines went down, our wrinkles faded completely away and our skinny little legs ran across Helena's backyard and there we were: those same little girls squinting into the sun for the birthday photo.
Have you had one of those evenings lately?