What is a friend? Growing up, he was someone who could turn to when Mom could not use. Someone I can mourn, I tell my secrets, my dreams, and not fear ridicule or pooh poohed my fears. I love my parents, but when I was young, had their own worries, what with raising four children, from newborn to 17 years in a world of expensive and sometimes hostile. Just do not see eye to eye, so I turned to my friends.When I had to mourn, they were there to make me laugh so hard coke came out my nose and I could not breathe. When I was flying on Cloud 9, they were there to enjoy the flight with me. When I was afraid they were there to ease those fears, and laughed at them until they no longer had any power over me. When failed, and he stumbled, they were there to prevent it from falling on his face. Two friends stand out of my growth. Being military, living in seven different places before I was 18, I had the joy of having the same friends from birth to death. Civilians do not understand, and often made fun of my brothers and I, being military brats were different. And moving every few years, it was difficult to keep friends for more than those few years, and so many friends came into my life, only to fade into the past and be nothing more than a name. But these two.Cat was younger, but always the most mature of the three of us. A mother figure, I always knew it would be a good mother. I cried on his shoulder was when my grandmother died, even tho it took a good mill for his father when he received the phone bill. We were young, I did not understand a phone call from long time between K-Town & Berlin was a lot of money, all I knew was I needed a shoulder to mourn. She was the first to read my stories always to come, which encouraged me to keep going. She was the reason I came MUN, sounded so interesting, so much eyes open. I was disappointed that he could not go to The Hague the year I could, but quickly put the experience.She absolute amazement at all was the reason I got over my stage fright. It was through her that rose on the stage of "it's Broadway," and ridiculed total of myself, and wow, I loved it. And so I did it again. It is because of its promotion inadvertent spray painting high over a backdrop for theater. It was with his encouragement I joined and Dramafest Speechfest, and flourished in the ass I'm still mad today.When I froze at the top of the cathedral of Cologne Cathedral, which is what turned around and dropped steps back, holding my hands encouraing to sing 100 bottles of spirits, lizards on the wall to help me forget my fear of heights. Yes, I knew I was afraid of heights, so why the hell did trudge upstairs to so many people? Because of his enthusiasm was contagious and infectious, and I forgot. . until I reached the top, and looked out the damn window and press the OMG vertigo and I began to tremble. Yes, I know, I was not a brilliant teen.We not take no for an answer to competition back home, and our sophomore class was the first time to beat the elderly to the upper class. I remember shouting silly slogans like breath through the housing. "Cookie Monster says that the elderly are the tiny crumbs in the bottom of the jar. Cookie says stud fees sophomores are great big cookies at the top of the bottle. "We were sore, we were tired but we had a blast, even when we are scared the crap out of others recall 's by their fault, that I fell in love with Elfquest and therefore 'Freddy Kruger met movies.it' Richard Pini, the reason fell in love with Michael Moorcock's Elric, and many of my favorite authors. I remember my senior year, the frantic, panicked phone call from Caterpillar, 8 hours away in Berlin, the day of the Flugtag nightmare happened, the day he hyperventilated and 100 people died when an Italian team died in a mess fire. Somehow, she knew. . even before the news arrived, she knew. K was the jester, the clown. One year, she was the one that usually got us into trouble. It was because of her that ended in the middle of a fountain in the center of Kaiserslautern Germany. was because of her that ended up standing at the bus waiting Bahnhoff Fliegerstrasse soaked to my underwear and smashing in my shoes. It was through her that my high school principal was Dr Pepper, Orange Sherbert and fruity pebbles, with a good mix of cookie dough and Ramon noodles. . Healthy way, and I think it does now in the bad old age 35. But that's what led us through the day. Many nights we spent playing silly games on your old Atari, or at the bowling alley or bowling Vogelweh Gauntlet. Some of these same night we met at the top of a jungle gym affectionately nicknamed "Exile u $ s", an imaginary Star Trek ships were members proud, because both were misfits, and I would daydream . And if we were not raging imagination to do this, we were in front of the television, watching Vincent's Beauty and the Beast, or old Star Trek, and laughing our collective butts off.It the two of them tried many things, the first drink without authorization (Lambrusco is still my favorite to this day), the first attempt by the junta Quigi (and even today I do not know if cat knew the answer on behalf of Mr. Hassey, or a ghost), the first in secret when one of our three Mom and Dad were in bed. I still remember the linked arm and arm to walk back to Jack's house in Berlin and passed a guy who gave us the creeps. Ten yards beyond him, we turned around and ended up running home at warp 12. Why? had disappeared, without sound or sight, gone. So many wonderful memories. . So many things I'd like to experience microwave cake again.the inches tall with two inches of chocolate icing on it, baked with pride for my birthday K 17. The sardine-flavored milk, when K had to have his sardines and put them uncovered in the refrigerator of a cat. . OMG, I thought that Dad was having a curry down the aisle coronary.Tripping Sophomre, linked arm and arm, singing "We're going to see the wizard, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" multiple lunches at the werewolf. . Class D err Hendrick, watching old reruns.Hiding Trek Vulcan, um Mrs. Eng, and trying to get things her.K sitting in the Boston cream pie cat tabled room.Writing lyrics Mr. H and stories in biology class, even tho we were in the front row, completely ignoring the lecture of Mr. H, and still managing to pass.Painting the Berlin Wall "Welcome to the Jungle", "Class of 90" ;, and best of all, in silver, the USS Enterprise. Great to have a French arrived, and in broken English asking us where Mr. Spock was.taking pictures of places in East Berlin that they should not. How the hell would I know? Polar Fuchs! (Inside joke, but it still makes me smile) Making the polar fuchs (German for the Arctic wolf) howl in our many visits to Berlin zoo.Watching Labyrinth, Willow (willow, you idiot!), Star Trek IV (Does not whales), madly in love with a-ha, Duran Duran, Bon Jovi, and dancing like a fool to Cure.So many memories, so many funtime, all spent with my friends. . . So many things that make me what I'm today.But as usual when you're a military brat, grow, and move on, and away. I miss friends. K first got into the shadows, with the cat and I struggle to remain friends despite the distance. . First from Germany to Texas, then from Texas to Germany, then to Georgia to New York, then slipped away. In one of the darkest parts of my life, K again, a breath of fresh air. Within seconds she calls me, I laughed so hard I could not breathe "and was returned to teenagehood. You need friends like this, no matter how age.What are friends? They are people who love you for you, I'll stay with you through thick and thin, and that you will forgive almost anything. Why? Because you love them, and are the family you chose.
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