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The past two summers have been the best of my life. I spent them solidifying bonds that will last a lifetime. The summer of 2004 was one filled with excitement and the discovery of freedom: it was the summer most of my friends received their licenses . We discovered our home that year. Never before had Virginia Beach seemed so exciting and filled with adventure. Our group, about eight with the additional acquaintance, survived our first experiences with flat tires and "true" loves. We laid on the beach, with our heads toward the sea, allowing the surf to play with our hair, talking. Just constantly talking. No matter how much we spoke to one another, we never ran out of things to say, or if we did, someone else was quick to fill the silence. We knew it was our last truly carefree summer, one without the threat of college applications lurking just around the corner. We were finally old enough to feel like we were growing up, but the real world was still far enough away that we could pretend that summer would never end.
Although, as you know, it did end. Junior year started and we held our breath until the beginning of the end. Senior summer: We made it, but we could not pretend that the world would wait forever. Our slightly larger posse laughed our way into August. Then, three weeks before the start of the rest of our lives, we stopped talking. We didn't need words to explain our friendship, the ups and downs. Sitting on the beach, my friends simply held me as I fought tears. My father had cancer and I had the best friends in the world.
We will be flung to the far reaches of the Earth relatively soon. Let's not forget about each other, okay?
It's Us, again.
Love and Hugs, Kids.
Although, as you know, it did end. Junior year started and we held our breath until the beginning of the end. Senior summer: We made it, but we could not pretend that the world would wait forever. Our slightly larger posse laughed our way into August. Then, three weeks before the start of the rest of our lives, we stopped talking. We didn't need words to explain our friendship, the ups and downs. Sitting on the beach, my friends simply held me as I fought tears. My father had cancer and I had the best friends in the world.
We will be flung to the far reaches of the Earth relatively soon. Let's not forget about each other, okay?
It's Us, again.
Love and Hugs, Kids.