Always Remember YOU

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

I wanted to write a personel true story of a special friendship

I’ll never forget those happy, childhood days I had with my best friend Careen Klansman. Summer then was exciting, adventurous. There was always something to do with our carefree imagination. Careen, just a year and a few months older than me had seemed stronger, smarter and loved to be in charge. I thought of her as my big sister, warm, kind but at times, a tough, persistent teacher. It was Careen who had taught me to tie my shoelaces, a very difficult task for me. I would easily give up and place the shoelaces inside my shoes. Naturally, I would get so tired of the repeating remarks to closely pay attention When she showed me, tying laces looked so easy but I miserably failed at it. After a long week of continuous practise each day, I finally learned how to tie my shoes. I remember how proudly Careen hugged me, we had a beautiful friendship. Oh, there were silly fights but we always remained close, affectionate to one another. I’ll treasure that very special time, Careen was my dearest companion. She showed me the meaning of kids friendship.

What stands out in my mind was the never ending fun, games that filled our summer months. My friend and I started playing at eight in the morning all the way till sunset. We loved picnics, picking berries, hide go seek and finding treasures as we happily explore in vast fields. We together made each day sparkle with joy.

Whenever it rained, we played dress up with our dolls in Careen’s room, we would also dress up ourselves. Careen’s mom gave us a box of old dresses, skirts and frilly sweaters. Once we were dressed up, it’s time to play grown ups shopping. On a rainy afternoon, we played in Careen’s basement, my first time down there. In my eyes, it certainly was a typical basement, cold, smelly and a dusty storage place. It didn’t matter where we played, as long as we were together. Those special games should be made into a book. The word, pretend can wonderfully take you on a fun filled journey. We surely enjoyed the cute phrases said in our little plays.

"Mrs. Apple Tree, do you have a shopping list?" I grinned.

"I’m Mrs. Cherry Tree and all I’m looking for, is a new purse, this one has a hole in it!" Careen looks shocked.

"Mrs. Cherry Tree, you can’t buy a purse in the grocery store!"

"You didn’t say what store we are in. I’m thirsty now." Both of us laughing wasa wonderful sound. Now, the upstairs phone rings and Careen throws off her mother’s sandals and runs to get it. She mentions our favourite drink, cool-aid. I then focus on a nearby bucket of wires, rope and metal pieces. I saw a gum wrapper and a catalogue page of a girl in a swimsuit. So, I was about to grab the paper but suddenly I heard a sound from the other side of the basement. It’s similar to something falling off a shelf. Slowly, I walked towards that area. I was thinking it could be their cat, Toby. I didn’t want to go closer, it looked too dark, scary. All of a sudden, I heard a yell that shook me all over. The sound was like a giant, an angry one! I ran up those stairs so quickly, almost like flying. What a frightening voice, I just wanted to leave the house. In the kitchen, Careen is on the phone. She says it’s Aunt Jean. I boldly shouted.

"You got to get out of here!!!" Careen looked confused. Still wearing the silly outfit, I ran outside in the pouring rain. I soon notice our little clubhouse close by. I hurried inside, breathing fast and overly shaking with fear. Now, I can see Careen waving. My heart pounded so hard, I thought it might rip out of me.

"Come back in, you’ll get soaked!" Careen said but I just couldn’t. Then, there was relief, I saw Careen’s mom in a taxi coming along the driveway. I didn’t want her seeing me in the clubhouse so I ran in the back then to my house. All I kept thinking was that horrible yell but so glad to know Careen wouldn’t be alone. Once I got to my house, my bedroom, I felt warm and safe. I did laugh at the wet, oversize clothes. Changing made me feel better. As soon as I laid on my bed, I instantly fell asleep.

The next morning, Careen called me on the phone. I honestly told about the terrifying sound from her basement. She laughed.

"Oh that’s so funny!! How come I didn’t hear it? I think it was your mind. Anyways, my dad doesn’t want us to play down there. He is going to fix it into an apartment." That statement was fine with me. Definitely, I will never go down her basement again.

When Careen reached ten years old, she and her mom, sister were leaving to the big city. Careen’s father stayed behind, he was very sick. I admit I felt terribly sad when we said goodbye. I was losing my big sister. We had promised to always write, send some pictures too. I will not forget my adorable friend Careen and the fun seasons we had shared together. Those days were special, precious and now an endless memory. Close to my heart, I cherish the vivid thoughts and I’ll always remember that rainy summer afternoon of a certain mysterious chill.


Submitted: April 23, 2010

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Cute! The past is sometimes funny to watch in your head. :3

Fri, April 23rd, 2010 7:42pm

Mistress of Word Play

I loved this so much. I remember friends I had as a child and over the years they moved or I did. This was such a treat to read and it made me recall a few of those cherished moments in my life. Great job dear friend you wrote a beautiful story! Susan :)

Fri, April 23rd, 2010 9:38pm

Brian Peza Perrins

What a great story Vincey! How nice to have a close friend like that, keep up the good work, I await the next one.

Mon, April 26th, 2010 5:07pm


This was the end these are things which remains in your heart forever,Anyways you are such a good person, anyone would be glad to share a bond of friendship with you...God Bless.

Tue, April 27th, 2010 5:40am


I loved your tale of friendship. I once had a friend I was close to too, we never spent a day apart, but as we got older, she lost interest, she had found another friends, a new shiny toy almost. I'm gald you and Careen satyed friends. Its good to always have a friend you will never forget. I'm happy for you. My story Silent Moon is about a strange friendship, i haven't got the confidence to put the whole story up, maybe if enough people like it i will. Thanks for sharing your wonderful tale.

Sat, May 1st, 2010 8:11am

Donna Cavanagh

This was an excellent retelling of a childhood memory. So, what was the yell? Do you think you imagined it? Wouldn't it be funny to look up Careen and reminisce together? A heartwarming and funny and bittersweet story for sure. Donna:) P.S. I think I have to defriend you and re-friend you because I no longer get your updates. I've lost a few updates for some reason.

Sat, May 1st, 2010 5:03pm

Jamie Rambo

What a detailed expression of one's past.

Thank you for the fantastic read.

I think that you just imagined the yell, by the way.

Thanks again,

J. R.

Tue, May 4th, 2010 5:24pm


this was a marvelous piece about your speacial friend. i wonder if you ever looked her up and got together again?
anyways, an absolutely wonderfully detailed piece.

Tue, May 4th, 2010 11:04pm

Jayne Sundale

absolutely lovely piece, really enjoyed reading it. It reminds me of my best friend from childhood - we keep in touch but only very occasionally (haven't spoken to her for a few years now) but I know that when we meet again, it will be, as it always is, as if we had never been apart. Memories like these are priceless.

Fri, May 14th, 2010 12:42pm


Yes, got my vote, I also recall the first day at school when I learend to tie my shoelaces, a memory so vivid, but it had not been viewed for so long until you broguht it rushing back.

Halcyon days, that will not come again, a summer full of blue skies, without a spot of rain.

Thank you for sharing, the things that we encounter all our young lives are what shape our adulthood. No doubt, you are still afraid of unexpected loud noises.

Sat, May 15th, 2010 4:35am


That was a beautiful memory of friendship. I loved how you described it, it made me think of my own early friendships. I really liked it.

Sat, May 15th, 2010 7:38am

E Cluff

I really enjoyed your story, there is something magical in looking back through the eyes of a child. Thank you for sharing your story. So, now as an adult, what do you think the noise was?

Fri, May 21st, 2010 8:13pm


Nice story vincey, don't we all have things we remember when we were young. It's always good to recollect those times but also sad in a way that we can't go back.

Sat, May 29th, 2010 11:29am


What a nice ride down memory lane... Loved the writing.

Sun, June 20th, 2010 1:19am


nice story ,i love it

Tue, June 22nd, 2010 4:23am

Vincey Delaney

Each of you has sent in such wonderful comments. Warmest thanks from the bottom of my heart, I do appreciate your kind, precious words!! You are a bloomed flower, a breath of fresh air and a golden ray of sunlight!!!

Sat, July 17th, 2010 9:01am


Great writing with lots of emotion , you made me remember my childhood friends :)

Sat, August 7th, 2010 10:06am


awwww this is very sweet... how lucky you are to have been able to have a friend like this...

(could you please read some of my work...I would really appreciate your comments..)

Wed, January 5th, 2011 2:34pm

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