Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Letter Project - Day One - Letter to your Best Friend

Brittney, I remember the first day I came to South Green. I had on blue shorts and a shirt with flowers on. You had on a pocahanas shirt. I was told that you lived in my neighborhood and you would "show me the ropes."Twelve years later I still have the best friend that anyone could ask for. But that is enough sappiness. We are not sappy people. Remember that time when we were little and we watched Titanic? We both sat in the recliner and my mom fast forwarded through the sex. haha. And remember the time we were on the swings at recess yelling about our crushes at the time? "I love WC!" "I love WB!"Remember the time we tore down Emily and McCartmey's fort at the creek and they got SO mad at us? Haha...we were so mean. And the time when I spilt the chocolate cake on the stairs. BUMP BUMP BUMP! lmao. Remember when we sat at the bar coloring those pictures for certain people? How dumb...And all the times we snuck out of your house when we were barely 16..haha!Remember that time Corey and AD came over and we went to South Green's play ground? Wow...And the time when we stayed at your grandma's and she stayed up with us all night telling us stories..All of our deep conversations in the hot tub..And the time I had a little to much and face planted on the back deck. HA!Remember the sound you made in high school...in first period sophomore year...it sounded JUST like him! And remember when we came back from FUGE and you and Brucie could NOT remember that guys name...what was his name?? Remember when we went to Tennessee and saw that man on the bench in Celina..and two days later when we drove back though he was still there? Bless him..And while we were in Tennessee you electricuted yourself on the fence! lol! I said "Brittney!! You have to let go!"Sure there were rough times, but we always stuck together. And the best thing is that in twelve more years we will have another million memories! Love you best friend/sister from another mister!

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