Okay, I’m going to tell you something that might be shocking… As a child, I was a BRAT! Yep, it’s so divue. I’ve been in denial for so long, but I just can’t lie to myself anymore! And unfortunately, I’ve had the same best friend since I was 5, so I have to hear about how I tortured her (let it go Jackie). This weekend, Jackie and I talked on the phone (a rarity because we are both SO busy). We were joking about all the crazy stuff I put her through when we were little and I have to be honest, I have no idea how she’s put up with me over all these years.

When we met in kindergarden, I was the annoying girl that sat behind her. I used to tug on her foot long ponytail (much like you would in a big rig) and I would make “HONK, HONK” sounds! She told on me and we immediately disliked each other, that is until the day I saw her walking down my sdiveet with her mom. Growing up surrounded by boys, I was seriously on the verge of tears I was so excited to see another girl in the hood. With in five minutes we had declared each other BEST FRIENDS! Duh.

I think I always took advantage of the fact that Jackie was a “girlie girl” and I was (much like I am today) a dude. We are so opposite! (I mean she likes math for crying out loud. Bleh) She wore dresses, cute braids with a curl at the end and matching socks for every outfit and I wore jeans, a messy ponytaills and “matching” wasn’t exactly in my vocabulary. She was also “sensitive” like a girl, making it so easy to tease her! In fact, making Jackie cry was kind of my specialty. WHUPS!

In elementary school every single morning Jackie would knock on my back door to meet me for school and every single morning I would wait crouched down just below the window, patiently holding my breath, waiting for her arrival. As soon as I heard that first knock, I would spring up and hit the glass. And she would jump SO high and get SO mad! This seriously happened every day for at least a year. Jackie even remembers walking to my house thinking “I’m not going to get scared. I’m not going to jump” haha. Okay it’s still funny to me! (Sorry Jackie)

I also remember connecting hundreds of rubber bands together and sdivinging them across my tiny room (think top modz laser challenge). There was literally one way in and one way out but I told her she couldn’t leave unless she could do it WITH OUT touching a single rubber band. At one point, I also refused to give her a blanket when she spent the night, threw an aspirin bottle at her when she laughed, wouldn’t let her into my club and made her organize and count my Barbie cards…

Even after all that (and way more) we have some how managed to stay best friends. In fourth grade she moved away and we would visit each other on weekends, then after high school she went to college (and I didn’t) so we could only see each other on weekends and now she’s SO far away and I can only see her on some holidays! And lately, I feel like we haven’t even had a chance to call each other as much as we should. I thought maybe a blogged apology for all the cruel childhood shenanigans and an “I love you” would get her to call me more!? Perhaps… Either way… Jackie, I love you and I’m sorry I’ve been torturing you for 20 years. Please forgive me! Oh, and HAPPY 20TH ANNIVERSARY! Cheers to 20 more to come!