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Best Friends
May. 4th, 2007 01:59 amIt'd have to be my folks, I think.
For the longest time, it was just them for me, and then the other way back. And sure, twenty something years doesn't long like much to most of the people I have collected in my life since. But to me? It was, and is, everything.
I know I'm not going to shock anyone when I announce that I wasn't exactly the normalist of girls growing up, and that's ok really. I don't mind so much. But even during the earlier parts of the story, when we're kids, and everyone starts to pair up, before pairing off becomes the thing? When we are still twosomes and not couples?
I wasn't really a part of that.
If I sat in the back of thus bus, I could watch it happening. Heads of all sorts of colors, some braided, and some not. Some spiked and some ruffled, some combed over and then the ones that are pretty enough to have every looking, even just for a glance shimmering honey just peeking over the top of vinyl seats...
And this isn't about how I wanted to be blonde for that year there.
The point is, the bus was Mama's domain, even at that age. She was there at the beginnings of my days, and there at the ends. It's a different sort of thing than meeting a person at the door in the evenings. She and Daddy, well, it always seemed like they saw things that other folks didn't. Maybe because of the bus-shaped window they already had into my life. But I've always been able to talk to them, and they've always listened and loved me after. And its more than just parental.
That's as simple as I can make it.
Other than this.
They knew the me before. And they they knew the me after. They knew both. They love both. And they've been a really important part of me making those 'boths' a one again.
For the longest time, it was just them for me, and then the other way back. And sure, twenty something years doesn't long like much to most of the people I have collected in my life since. But to me? It was, and is, everything.
I know I'm not going to shock anyone when I announce that I wasn't exactly the normalist of girls growing up, and that's ok really. I don't mind so much. But even during the earlier parts of the story, when we're kids, and everyone starts to pair up, before pairing off becomes the thing? When we are still twosomes and not couples?
I wasn't really a part of that.
If I sat in the back of thus bus, I could watch it happening. Heads of all sorts of colors, some braided, and some not. Some spiked and some ruffled, some combed over and then the ones that are pretty enough to have every looking, even just for a glance shimmering honey just peeking over the top of vinyl seats...
And this isn't about how I wanted to be blonde for that year there.
The point is, the bus was Mama's domain, even at that age. She was there at the beginnings of my days, and there at the ends. It's a different sort of thing than meeting a person at the door in the evenings. She and Daddy, well, it always seemed like they saw things that other folks didn't. Maybe because of the bus-shaped window they already had into my life. But I've always been able to talk to them, and they've always listened and loved me after. And its more than just parental.
That's as simple as I can make it.
Other than this.
They knew the me before. And they they knew the me after. They knew both. They love both. And they've been a really important part of me making those 'boths' a one again.
