“Gotta” tell “ya”..this is the very best site, EVER…. After 30 years I ‘found’ my best friends on the Internet…Bobby Stone, Jerry Hertz (introduced me to Dylan and guitar playing) Irene Mossberg (who I grew up with, on Alabama Ave. in Brooklyn, and who I went with, as kids to Coney Island and Prospect Park and Botanic Gardens) and last but not least, IRA MOSCOWITZ who I danced with and made-out with so both of us would know what to do when we started dating others, for real!
HI, YOU’ALL, It’s 3;20 am and I’m in the middle of my shift. Somewhere I was divinely guided to this site and I have enjoyed every minute. It’s all good as my grandchildren would say. Born in 1944 I can relate to this wonderful site and I’ll be back, when I get home to my own computer. Please keep this going. Thank you for you. In friendship, Sandy
Pretending you’re someone else… You think that’s weird? A kid in my class in 5th or 6th grade came to school one day dressing/acting competely different. She told all the other kids that she was her twin sister. Almost everyone believed her!!! It was really weird… I guess she was a good actress!
There is no friend like an old friend. I have found that the “friendships” I have made in my adult years are not really friendships at all. I have made many acquaintances, but nothing measures up to the friendships I developed early in my life. I think that generally, children are much more open and honest. Unfortunately, over the years, we learn not to trust others as freely as we did when we were children. Perhaps that is the reason that the closest friendships seem to develop during our childhood years. I guess a new relationship could never measure up to the relationships that have survived through decades of experiences, trust, and changing times. There are few things more joyful than sharing your triumphs with your oldest dearest friend, who understands how much the success means to you and genuinely shares in your happiness. Similarly, there is nothing more comforting than hearing the voice of your best friend during a family crisis, professional defeat, or occasional insecurity about your own worth. She can heighten your elation during the best of times and can brighten your mood during the worst of times. Although we live across the country from one another, my “best friend” and I still phone each other a couple of times a month, and we try to see each other at least once per year. When we get together, it’s as though no time at all has passed since our last visit. Best of all, we reminisce about the silliest things, and they still make us laugh.
I used to pretend that I was someone else to my kid sister (9 years younger than me). I used to go into the bathroom and tell her that he (can’t remember the name) would come in through the window and I would go out (without her seeing of course). I used to slick my hair back and talk funny. She used to believe me (she was very young!). I’d talk to her for a while then leave. I would then come out of the bathroom as myself. Pretty weird, huh? She still gets a kick out of it now when we talk of it (I’m 40 now!).