When you were a teen, did you ever spend hours and hours on the phone with your friends?
Flopped down on your bed?
Hanging off the bed?
On the floor with your feet on the bed?
Yelling at your little sister to “get out of the room” so you can talk to your friend in “private”!
When I was 14, we had been in Houston for about 3-4 months. I met this wonderful girl named Karen Hammock. (Hi Karen~~I just know you read my blog!)
She only lived about 2 blocks from me, and I would go over to her house quite a bit.
We spent about as much time on the phone as we did at each others house.
That’s why when the girl got a phone call from a friend the other day and she took the phone into the kitchen, I giggled to myself because I knew she wanted privacy.
Later, when I went to go into the kitchen, I figured I’d see her sitting at the island chatting away.
I wasn’t prepared for this.
Last I heard, Karen is married, has a little girl and is living in Fresno, California. I hope she remembers me with the same fondness that I remember her.
She taught me so much about how to be a friend.