The Crew

We were all so young! We all loved each other. We thought we had figured out the world, many nights. We called ourselves “The crew.” So many stories. So many fun nights. So many nights of running from the blue lights….. The things we did, well, I would kill my boys if they did. lol. I believe my mom put a cruse on me, by saying, “I can’t wait till you have kids and they do this.” Ugh she was right. I think the funnest nights we had was finding the woods to party in.

These days I wonder if there is even any land for teenagers to party on. We lived before cell phones, and we survived! When we were out, we were out! If you didn’t get up with us before we headed out on journey for the night, you missed out. As we got older, we all went on with our lives. I have to say, I have never had friends since, like I did when I was 16.

Hotel partys were every weekend that we could come up with the money. I often wonder if any of my friends think about the times we all spent together. I grew up with them. I feel like I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t with them. As years went on, new people would come and go out of “the crew” but the main people always stayed. I can remember pieces of one particular night, when my best friend and I were doing I don’t remember. But I do remember running from the police. My best friend said, “Jump! I will catch you.” I was like, “Um! Not sure.” but it was better then going to jail. I jumped and he caught me with ease. From that day forward, I knew he would catch me before I fell, and I would always catch him before he fell. I became the person I am today because of these friends I grew up with.

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