Kerrie and I giggled more than I have with almost any other person in my entire life. We would stay up all night watching Anastasia or Mulan and just laugh. Her parents were pretty strict, so we would normally sleep over at her house, not mine. They lived about an hour outside of Littleton on a fairly large piece of land with horses. She was over it the way all of us were over our parents' life choices at 13, but I thought it was fantastic.
I also remember reading to each other on the phone until one of us fell asleep. She, Liz, Maggie, Christie and I spent more time together than probably recommended. Near the end of eighth grade, everyone was acting as if we were seniors, letting us slack off a bit. We could convince teachers our model of the island of Isis clearly needed real rocks and water from the swamp behind the school. Off we'd go traipsing through the grass, sitting behind the school joking around. I felt someone was allowing me to soak up my friends as much as possible before I moved.
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