OH...to be 8 again

2nd grade.  Mrs. Hicks School Bus ride home.  Off course being the last one off the bus gave you advantages over the other kids. 

1. You saw where everybody lived

2. Learned many different streets and directions

3. Given more freedom to roam the bus when everybody got off (meaning move seats to talk to friends)

4. Sing songs/play hand games across the aisle of the bus, which is how I met my best friend.

Casey and I both knew the song "Should have Been a Cowboy" by Toby Keith.  This was how we met.

Casey lived 3 miles up the road, which is great because she was the only friend I had at school close enough to come over and play.  SO, all the days of going to her house, or she coming to my house can not be counted, but they are remembered.  The days of not having a care and the biggest concern was mastering the front handspring, or racing each other across the yard.  Just playing.  Just running.  Just having Fun.  Oh the joys of a best friend.  So, where is she?  As time has passed we don't go to each other's houses anymore.  We haven't seen each other in forever. And honestly I haven't talked to her in quite a while.  But I still consider her one of my best friends.  Because a best friend is someone that I can not speak with for years, call them up, and it seem like it was yesterday when we last spoke.  A best friend is someone who will listen to you, cry with you, and be there for you no matter what.  

Now, I have several friends that fit this discripiton, but only one lifelong.

Oh to be eight again and singing on the bus!