The scene of you lying on the floor, legs up and head in hands was a gut punch of memory for childhood -- even my own, so very different from yours -- but also because I know I would have wanted you to be my friend. I am grateful for your friendship over many years --
So thankful, for our friendship! I remember those friendships. So few, and far between. But they kept you hanging on until the next town! Beautiful writing as always! Always wanting more!! ❤️
The scene of you lying on the floor, legs up and head in hands was a gut punch of memory for childhood -- even my own, so very different from yours -- but also because I know I would have wanted you to be my friend. I am grateful for your friendship over many years --
For me, the way you pull segments of the past into the present is brilliant. I am moved and changed by these stories. Thank you.
So thankful, for our friendship! I remember those friendships. So few, and far between. But they kept you hanging on until the next town! Beautiful writing as always! Always wanting more!! ❤️
Yes. Friendship keeps us hanging on.
Such a good topic for reflection— the strength and limits of our youthful friendships in youth and beautifully written, Chris.
This called to mind my own childhood friendships and how important they were to me. That feeling of me and my friend against the world.
Brilliantly written. I see, remember and feel elements of my own childhood, thank you for writing this
So gorgeous, hard edges and all.