Do you still remember?
Remember when we used to pretend we were witches in your basement and talk to our boyfriends trapped in Nancy Drew books?
Remember when we walked to Bolingbrook and got in a shitload of trouble because we came back at 10?
Remember when we tried to burn that book but it wouldn’t work because it kept burning out before it hit the bottom of the sewer?
Remember when we walked to the skate park and lit a box on fire under the half pipe with Dave because he got ditched?
Remember when we were talking to Emily online and said, “Knock, knock, Emily”, and then ran over to her house and knocked on the den window?
Remember when we had wedgies for ever because of those damn harnesses and ran around saying we felt like we were pregnant?
Remember when you stuck carrots in my brother’s friend’s ear?
Remember when you slipped on the huge pile of shaving cream on the dry erase board AND lit your hair on fire all in the same night and we got it all on tape?
Remember when we passed boy those boys who were skating around blasting “Skater Boi” and thought we were the coolest kids on the planet?
Remember when we walked to the park at three in the morning and saw a creepy guy fishing and you wanted to talk to him, but I though he was going to kill us so we ran all the way back to your house?
Remember the house plant video?
Remember when I’d always stop by at your house and we’d dance on your front porch?
Remember when we went on a walk at four with your brother and you wanted to fix the fallen basketball hoop but you ended up breaking it even more?
Remember when you were a bad influence and we sat in the grass at 10:30 at night and stared up at the stars?
Remember when we were “stripe-y friends”?
Remember when we all slid down the dirt hill together and you hurt your elbow and your hands and I didn’t even get the pictures because the camera flashed instead?
Remember when we all sat in the ‘Stang and listened to music?
Remember when we used your walkie talkies to spy on Chris from under the slide?
Remember when you two came over to my house just to say hi and I walked you both home?
Remember when you made me climb a tree?
Remember when you kept trying to hug me and I kept running away from you in Krisi’s basement?
Remember when we lied down on my driveway and stared up at the stars and sang really loudly after watching Empire Records?
Remember when we walked for two hours to your house and I kept complaining because I was tired and the Diet Coke with Lime bottle was heavy?
Remember when we dressed up like whores and made a movie in your backyard at three in the morning and then when we were having a pillow fight on your bed and taping it, your mom came in and confiscated the tape?
Remember when we made a race car out of your plastic wagon and cardboard, colored it with acrylic crayons, called it the Flame and crashed it the second time someone rode in it?
Remember when we went to the pumpkin farm and you accidentally peed on your pants because you didn’t want to touch the gross toilet?
Remember when we used to play Mortal Kombat with Alex and you’d flip me in the air and drop me on the couch and we’d pretend we were ninjas?
Remember that time when I was up on the monkey bars and Paul wouldn’t help me down so you did instead?
Remember when I reminded you of who I was and you told me you never though I was annoying at all and then you hugged me later that night?
Remember when we tried to have a séance in the basement of the house in the field and when we heard the water rushing through the pipes, we freaked and scrambled out only to go right back in and get absolutely nothing?
Remember when we went outside and sprayed each other with the hose until we were completely soaked and told your mom it had “rained”?
Remember when we used to clear the plants out of the balcony and cover the widow with a big sheet and have “sleepovers” in there?
Remember when we ran around the house screaming, “I’ll kill you dead!”?
Remember when you used to come over almost every day during the summer and we thought we could read each other’s minds and you fell off my bed and hit your head on the dresser and called me a ground squirrel?
Remember when the three of us walked around in the rain all day and swung on the bendy swings and drank Mountain Dew?
Remember when we slept over in your backyard in the tent on the patio and talked about death and boys and life and everything else while burning incense and pretending we’d actually sleep?
Remember when we ditched them at the skate park and sat talking by the pond instead of being at the football game?
Remember your birthday party in the basement when I didn’t think I’d be able to stay over, but I did anyways and we passed around the stick of deodorant Ashley brought because it smelled like guy?
Remember the time we walked to McDonalds from the library in the rain and the gel started dripping from my hair and I smelt like guy?
Remember we all used to “sneak” into the back hallway last year and just sit around by the lockers?
Remember the bus ride home from the opera when we played “I’ve never…” and talked about sex and boys and kissing and everything else?
Remember when we sat in Glynn’s tent and played “I’ve never…” for the seventeenth time that day?
Remember when your brothers made a golf course in the field?
Remember that day when I almost said “fuck” and you got really pissed off at me so I just walked away from the house and came back an hour later?
Remember when you used to make my stuffed animals talk and draw pictures with me?
Remember when I was at your old house and all your friends were over and I wanted to prove myself so I tried to kick you in the balls and you told me I was fighting dirty?
Remember when we drove around and didn’t really know where we wanted to go to eat, but you kept dancing to the Clash and I thought you’d crash into something?
Remember when we’d walk down the hallway singing John Mayer at the top of our lungs, thinking we were the shit?
Remember your birthday party a few years ago when we went to Panera and got bread bowls and then did back flips on your trampoline in the morning?
Remember when we went to the pond and sat on the bridge talking about everything and didn’t even realize it was 11 at night?
Remember the pop bottle game? And the teenager war?
Remember when you told me you never wanted to hurt me?
Remember when we walked to and from McDonald’s and Marty saw us in the parking lot and insisted he drive us the 20 feet back to school?
Remember The Real World: Naperville?
Remember, “See, I am the fairy queen! Pretend there’s something on my hand, okay?”
Remember when we used to play Life on your computer in the basement for hours?
Remember when we had a garage band with no instruments and you played the cello which was really two hockey sticks and a wooden “bow”, I played guitar, which was really a badminton racket, and we didn’t really “play” anything?
Remember all those times I used to cry so hard on the kitchen floor or curled up in my room because you’d yelled at me and you wouldn’t even do anything about it?
Remember when you asked me if the fish was dead and I said I didn’t know so I poked and verified its dead-ness?
Remember when we stood on the really expensive patio in Wisconsin in the rain, just staring out at the lake?
Remember when you told me I looked like Ronald McDonald and then asked me why I was so mad at you?
Remember when we used to color in our hair with Crayola markers?
Remember your blue lipstick?
Remember when you thought the cowboy was staring at you and we all laughed so hard, we spit out our Cokes?
Remember when we snuck Kevi in your basement and hid him in the closet and your mom came in and we pretended like nothing was wrong?
Remember we I feel asleep on your bed next to Jamie and I was mumbling something about boys and you stayed up all night on your computer?
Remember when I used to sit up in your room and watch you play video games and you told me I was annoying?
Remember when I helped you clean your house and we dressed up Rachel and teased her hair?
Remember the ScenexSquad?
Remember the rave in the boy’s dressing room?
Remember sitting in the clubhouse of my swing set in the dark making up stories?
Remember playing Ghost in the Graveyard almost every night?
Remember “Bubbles”?
Remember when I told you I loved you? I meant it.
Remember when we walked to Bolingbrook and got in a shitload of trouble because we came back at 10?
Remember when we tried to burn that book but it wouldn’t work because it kept burning out before it hit the bottom of the sewer?
Remember when we walked to the skate park and lit a box on fire under the half pipe with Dave because he got ditched?
Remember when we were talking to Emily online and said, “Knock, knock, Emily”, and then ran over to her house and knocked on the den window?
Remember when we had wedgies for ever because of those damn harnesses and ran around saying we felt like we were pregnant?
Remember when you stuck carrots in my brother’s friend’s ear?
Remember when you slipped on the huge pile of shaving cream on the dry erase board AND lit your hair on fire all in the same night and we got it all on tape?
Remember when we passed boy those boys who were skating around blasting “Skater Boi” and thought we were the coolest kids on the planet?
Remember when we walked to the park at three in the morning and saw a creepy guy fishing and you wanted to talk to him, but I though he was going to kill us so we ran all the way back to your house?
Remember the house plant video?
Remember when I’d always stop by at your house and we’d dance on your front porch?
Remember when we went on a walk at four with your brother and you wanted to fix the fallen basketball hoop but you ended up breaking it even more?
Remember when you were a bad influence and we sat in the grass at 10:30 at night and stared up at the stars?
Remember when we were “stripe-y friends”?
Remember when we all slid down the dirt hill together and you hurt your elbow and your hands and I didn’t even get the pictures because the camera flashed instead?
Remember when we all sat in the ‘Stang and listened to music?
Remember when we used your walkie talkies to spy on Chris from under the slide?
Remember when you two came over to my house just to say hi and I walked you both home?
Remember when you made me climb a tree?
Remember when you kept trying to hug me and I kept running away from you in Krisi’s basement?
Remember when we lied down on my driveway and stared up at the stars and sang really loudly after watching Empire Records?
Remember when we walked for two hours to your house and I kept complaining because I was tired and the Diet Coke with Lime bottle was heavy?
Remember when we dressed up like whores and made a movie in your backyard at three in the morning and then when we were having a pillow fight on your bed and taping it, your mom came in and confiscated the tape?
Remember when we made a race car out of your plastic wagon and cardboard, colored it with acrylic crayons, called it the Flame and crashed it the second time someone rode in it?
Remember when we went to the pumpkin farm and you accidentally peed on your pants because you didn’t want to touch the gross toilet?
Remember when we used to play Mortal Kombat with Alex and you’d flip me in the air and drop me on the couch and we’d pretend we were ninjas?
Remember that time when I was up on the monkey bars and Paul wouldn’t help me down so you did instead?
Remember when I reminded you of who I was and you told me you never though I was annoying at all and then you hugged me later that night?
Remember when we tried to have a séance in the basement of the house in the field and when we heard the water rushing through the pipes, we freaked and scrambled out only to go right back in and get absolutely nothing?
Remember when we went outside and sprayed each other with the hose until we were completely soaked and told your mom it had “rained”?
Remember when we used to clear the plants out of the balcony and cover the widow with a big sheet and have “sleepovers” in there?
Remember when we ran around the house screaming, “I’ll kill you dead!”?
Remember when you used to come over almost every day during the summer and we thought we could read each other’s minds and you fell off my bed and hit your head on the dresser and called me a ground squirrel?
Remember when the three of us walked around in the rain all day and swung on the bendy swings and drank Mountain Dew?
Remember when we slept over in your backyard in the tent on the patio and talked about death and boys and life and everything else while burning incense and pretending we’d actually sleep?
Remember when we ditched them at the skate park and sat talking by the pond instead of being at the football game?
Remember your birthday party in the basement when I didn’t think I’d be able to stay over, but I did anyways and we passed around the stick of deodorant Ashley brought because it smelled like guy?
Remember the time we walked to McDonalds from the library in the rain and the gel started dripping from my hair and I smelt like guy?
Remember we all used to “sneak” into the back hallway last year and just sit around by the lockers?
Remember the bus ride home from the opera when we played “I’ve never…” and talked about sex and boys and kissing and everything else?
Remember when we sat in Glynn’s tent and played “I’ve never…” for the seventeenth time that day?
Remember when your brothers made a golf course in the field?
Remember that day when I almost said “fuck” and you got really pissed off at me so I just walked away from the house and came back an hour later?
Remember when you used to make my stuffed animals talk and draw pictures with me?
Remember when I was at your old house and all your friends were over and I wanted to prove myself so I tried to kick you in the balls and you told me I was fighting dirty?
Remember when we drove around and didn’t really know where we wanted to go to eat, but you kept dancing to the Clash and I thought you’d crash into something?
Remember when we’d walk down the hallway singing John Mayer at the top of our lungs, thinking we were the shit?
Remember your birthday party a few years ago when we went to Panera and got bread bowls and then did back flips on your trampoline in the morning?
Remember when we went to the pond and sat on the bridge talking about everything and didn’t even realize it was 11 at night?
Remember the pop bottle game? And the teenager war?
Remember when you told me you never wanted to hurt me?
Remember when we walked to and from McDonald’s and Marty saw us in the parking lot and insisted he drive us the 20 feet back to school?
Remember The Real World: Naperville?
Remember, “See, I am the fairy queen! Pretend there’s something on my hand, okay?”
Remember when we used to play Life on your computer in the basement for hours?
Remember when we had a garage band with no instruments and you played the cello which was really two hockey sticks and a wooden “bow”, I played guitar, which was really a badminton racket, and we didn’t really “play” anything?
Remember all those times I used to cry so hard on the kitchen floor or curled up in my room because you’d yelled at me and you wouldn’t even do anything about it?
Remember when you asked me if the fish was dead and I said I didn’t know so I poked and verified its dead-ness?
Remember when we stood on the really expensive patio in Wisconsin in the rain, just staring out at the lake?
Remember when you told me I looked like Ronald McDonald and then asked me why I was so mad at you?
Remember when we used to color in our hair with Crayola markers?
Remember your blue lipstick?
Remember when you thought the cowboy was staring at you and we all laughed so hard, we spit out our Cokes?
Remember when we snuck Kevi in your basement and hid him in the closet and your mom came in and we pretended like nothing was wrong?
Remember we I feel asleep on your bed next to Jamie and I was mumbling something about boys and you stayed up all night on your computer?
Remember when I used to sit up in your room and watch you play video games and you told me I was annoying?
Remember when I helped you clean your house and we dressed up Rachel and teased her hair?
Remember the ScenexSquad?
Remember the rave in the boy’s dressing room?
Remember sitting in the clubhouse of my swing set in the dark making up stories?
Remember playing Ghost in the Graveyard almost every night?
Remember “Bubbles”?
Remember when I told you I loved you? I meant it.