The girl sat alone, on the bench seat at the
school watching the other kids playing around her and hoping. Hoping someone
would ask her to play.
This was new to her – only weeks earlier she’d had
two best friends but, cruelly, they had both moved town within weeks of each
other. So now she found herself alone.
That girl was me, back in the 80s. I don’t know
how many lunch times I sat there alone hoping the kids in front of me would ask
me to join in their elastics but I remember the feeling. Everyone already had
their cliquey groups but luckily it was nearly the end of the year. In the New
Year I would be starting intermediate where I would make new friends.
We’d been a tight team – me Teressa and Julie,
having sleepovers at each other’s houses, talking long into the night, then
getting up the next morning and drinking cold milos in front of the cartoons.
Julie and I would walk to school together and talk about … life. There was the
occasional spat – three’s a crowd after-all – but we would always make up.
And then they moved away. I didn’t believe it when
they each delivered the news. How could life be that cruel?
I never did hear from them again. But enter
Facebook. Teressa and I got in touch straight away back in 2007, and although
we still haven’t met up in person, keep in touch. Julie was harder to find.
Until she found me last week. She had seen a post
on Facebook of my childhood home which is now for sale and it had stirred
memories. “I recently saw an article about your 20-plus-year family home being
up for sale and this also led me to believe you were she as the Jodi I knew
lived a few doors down the road from my aunty and uncle. I was sure it was the
house but was confused because I’ve a memory of it having a pool?!”
We spent many hours frolicking in the oval Para
pool, purposefully capsizing out of the rubber inflatable dingy. The pool was
removed years ago.
It was interesting to hear, as an adult, the
reason why Julie left town and, after 28 years of no contact with some of her
family back here, she had got back in touch, which lead her to think about her
old friends and that long ago but not forgotten past she left behind.
She was rapped that I had thought about her for
all these years and was able to share memories she had forgotten. Sometimes we
leave chapters of our life unfinished but the places and characters are still
there waiting to pick up.
We’re hoping to plan a get-together on our old
stomping ground – a bit hard when two out of three live half the distance of
the country away. But when it happens, there will be a follow-up. Watch this
space.