The Parking Lot

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I dedicate this to my best friend Daniela in Argentina. I miss you very much and I hope you can read this!(:

Submitted: October 17, 2012

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The Parking Lot

The best childhood memories that I hold within me happened with my best friend Daniela. Daniela came into my life from Argentina in the second grade, and like the flow of the river was taken away from me in seventh grade when she left. I use to live in an apartment that was adjacent to a parking lot that had a downhill slope and that same slope led to the area where the cars parked, an area filled with large stepping stones. Daniela, only lived 10 houses away from me. While my address was 1521 W. 19 street, hers was 1621 W. 19 street.
Daniela and I were probably like nine years old when we lived some of our greatest memories in the parking lot. During the summer, the downhill slope was the ideal path for sitting on our skateboards and rolling down like maniacs. Daniela and I would laugh so hard when we would suddenly see each other on the floor because we had tipped along with our skateboard. I remember when Dani and I tried not to sit on our skateboard, but to stand on it while rolling downhill….that wasn’t such a good idea. There was this huge tree that was planted next to the slope and I think it was me who met face to face to the tree when I was trying to be a pro skateboarder. As the friction of the skateboard increased down the slope, the friendship between Daniela and I also increased.

The parking lot had a deep bowl in the middle of it that was composed of a lot of rocks and different size stepping stones. When it would rain, that bowl was the ideal swimming pool for out naked feet. Dani and I would take our socks and shoes off and start splashing in the enormous puddle. It is perhaps one of the best feelings and memories I have with Daniela. I remember she once said that splashing in a puddle filled with mud and dirt wasn’t very hygienic…I only remember laughing. Our little feet would go around like little fish around the stepping stones immerged in the water. This happened when we were younger, as we grew up, our activities in the parking lot would change.

One time during the fall, Dani and I dug our deepest secret in a pile of leaves under the ground. What was our deepest secret? Our fifth grade crush (: I still remember the names we put down on the little piece of paper, I just wonder if that paper is still there today. Besides being part of one of my best childhood memories, it is something deep I hold in my friendship with Dani. It is a satisfaction to know that though that paper that contained my deepest and darkest secret from the fifth grade may not be there anymore, I know that my friendship with Daniela is still there—though we are millions of miles away.

The parking lot was a blast during the winter because it served as a mountain for our snow sled! I can still remember going down the slope and feeling the cold breeze numb our noses. Not even the snow of winter could numb our friendship that still exists up to today. It is a friendship that withstands humid summer airs, strong rainy storms, and cold winter blizzards.


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