Our talks included a retelling of the various events from our respective histories. “I can’t believe you trashed the family car.” I couldn’t suppress a hearty laugh. “Yeah, Matt and I were showing off for our dates. Some guy challenged us and we blew a gasket on the family station wagon.” His deep chuckle joined hers. “That was a long walk home.” “And I’m one of those people who didn’t get my license until after high school.” “What?” His surprised exclamation jolted my ear. “My family only had one car and I didn’t see the need. Besides, my older sister included me with her circle of friends and someone else always drove.” I twirled a tendril of hair, debating if I should tell him the rest. “Plus by senior year, I was going steady with Dylan and he had his own car.” The next time we talked, Rick chose the subject. “Best achievement in grade school, huh?” My thoughts flew back over the decades to Oak Grove Elementary and my various accomplishments.
