My childhood memories are mainly just bits and pieces. My
memories are the only things that stay constant. I can pull them
out like an old book and relive them while the world around me
changes so rapidly. My favorite and most vivid memories are the
summers of my childhood up until I was about eight.
During the summer I would spend most of the day at my
Nonna's house while my parents worked. Those summers is where I
met my two best friends, Alex and Johnny. Alex was four years
older than me and was an only child and immediately claimed me to
be her little sister. Johnny was two years older than me and
always told me I was the sister he always wanted. He soon got a
brother the same year I got my sister and brother.
The six of us spent six hours a day five days a week together.
Johnny, Alex and I were always together either in the pool,
watching Grease over and over, playing cards or just doing what
ever. Though we all had different personalities we had so much
I was the wild, spontaneous, just all over crazy one
who always wanted to just do something at the tip of a hat.
Johnny was sneaky and sly, my partner in crime. He was smarter
than me so he always knew what to do and always had a plan. He
never tried to fool me though like you think an older brother
would do to a younger sister, but he always helped me and taught
me and was patient. Alex, who was the oldest, was the one with
the common sense, innocent, timid, afraid to take risks no matter
how small. We all balanced each other out perfectly. Alex kept us
from doing anything completely stupid like trying to jump from
the swing set into the pool one time when we were at my house.
Johnny always made sure there was a set plan so that there was no
way to get caught. And me, who always kept things light and fun.
I guess because of the age difference, Alex was the
first to start getting distant and going off on her own. So I
started to become even closer with Johnny. I would still see Alex
at birthday parties and usually just us two. After that
transition, we never got together as a group anymore. It was
either me and Johnny or me and Alex.
The bond between Johnny and I grew stronger as we
spent more time together. We would spend hot afternoons at my
house in our newly installed pool or rainy days at my Nonna's
playing card games and going to the Little Vincent's down the
block with my aunt who lived downstairs. Even though we were
close we argued a lot. Not the nasty kind where we really meant
it. It would always be over stupid things like who ate the last
Oreo or who cheated in a game of Go Fish, but they would always
be resolved with a hug and a kiss on the cheek as one of us was
leaving to go home. I remember all the adults thought we were so
cute together and always talked about us being best friends
forever and ending up falling in love. I had never thought of
Johnny that way because I looked up to him like the older brother
I had always wanted. I never knew what he thought of this but I
remember that he would sometimes blush and my sister would get so
jealous. But even than I never thought about it further.
Like Alex, Johnny got older and went into the stage
where he wanted to only be with other boys. But as much as it
hurt that I had no one left, he still came at least once a week
to come see me and spend some time with me. But as time went on
Johnny's brother Danny grew older and they were able to be on
their own. So by the time I hit fifth grade it was pretty much
like they had disappeared.
I still see Alex at times. She lives a few towns over
so we never went to the same school but she will drive to my
house and we go out to dinner and we have gone on a few vacations
together but we have been still growing apart. Johnny and I go to
the same high school together but all we exchange is a few
glances here and there as if we never knew each other.