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Childish

I caught up with an old friend from primary school the other day. We worked out we hadn’t seen each other for 17 years. SEVENTEEN YEARS!!!! How time flies.

It’s funny how you can not see someone for a long period and it’s like you saw them just yesterday though. We both might be a bit more festively plum than we were as 15-year-olds but the essence of our friendship hasn’t changed.

We got on just as well as we ever did, and I left wondering why we’d never bothered to get together sooner. I guess life has a way of taking over and we have, for the most part, lived in different cities so it’s to be expected I guess.

Lucinda arrived to our coffee catch up with a whole pile of letters that I had written to her as a 13-year-old. She’d kept them all this time. I couldn’t even remember writing them at first but as we pieced together who was dating who at the time in the country town we lived in, it all came back to me. Even the events of the surrounding days that lead me to write the letters in the first place. God we giggled. Not only at the absurdity of the relationship changes that seemed to go on in the town week to week but also at the language I used (and my spelling). In some ways I wished she’d burnt them – LOL!

Randomly, the letters also mentioned the names of two of my friend Sarah’s brothers. I didn’t even know Sarah back then and she has never lived in the town I grew up in but apparently I knew her brothers and thought they were cute at 13. 😉

It must be the week for reminiscing about silly things you did in your youth. I ended up in a four-way text conversation with some friends last night where I happened to mention that other friend Lisa got a birthday Tweet from Jason Priestley of Beverly Hills 90210 fame.

There was two girls and one guy in the conversation, which then escalated into a discussion about their favourite 90210 characters.

One friend, Verity, said she might have had “I heart BAG (Brian Austin Green)” on her school notebooks, to which Roger replied “did you do percentages on the back of your school books?”

As in:

Christie Peucker

loves

Nigel Smart

10042

1046

1410

551

106

16%

Some quick math by Roger and he came back in with:

“I got 98% with the hottest chick in primary school. She never even talked to me, let alone married me. Guess she thought eight was a little young to get hitched.”

For the record, I am still devastated me and Nigel Smart – my favourite footballer as a kid – aren’t a perfect match. His wife probably not so much 😉