. . . walk together

. . . They’ve seen each other through years of carpools, camping trips, backyard marshmallow roasts, swings in the park, Frisbee golf, gingerbread houses, egg hunts, dabbling in the creek, waterfall hikes, bike rides, trips to OMSI (science museum) and PAM (art), tidepooling,  winter sledding, summer children’s theater, high school theater, marching band, New Year’s Eve word games, script-writing, set-painting and skit rehearsal for Destination Imagination,  berry picking, Jane Austen movie nights (under duress with the promise of pizza or chocolate chip cookies), math classes, teaching each other how to dance, physics study groups, school lunch day after day for year after year.

In sixth grade she was head and shoulders taller than him, both of them squinting into the sun with goofy grins.  This year, they went together to prom because they are friends.  They gave speeches side-by-side at graduation. . . .
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