Memory, All Alone in the Moonlight

My best friend Nora and I are very close, some may even say inseparable. I practically live at her house on the weekends and on most weeknights you will find us talking on the phone detailing every little thing that happened that day.We share almost everything- music, books, jokes. She knows everything about me, we have no secrets. Her family is my family and I often find myself fighting with her siblings or helping set the table for dinner when I'm at her house (aka my second home). Although we share many equally embarrassing childhood memories I have decided to tell this one because it really sticks in my memory and because it cracks me up.

Let me preface this by saying we really were weird kids, I mean like REALLY weird. In sixth grade we were sitting in the auditorium before school started like every other day, talking about something insignificant probably, when we discovered that both of us had a loose tooth. Being the ridiculous children that we were we decided to name them. Of course we thought it would be hilarious to name the teeth Bob & Sherman because you know that is really f**king funny... well it was to us anyway. We anxiously waited for the day our teeth would fall out.

Brace yourself, I haven't even gotten to the most ridiculous, bordering on metal part yet. We buried the teeth (yep you read that right)... in a cream cheese box... at recess. Using our powers of persuasion we convinced  (forced) poor little Meaghan McElroy to say a few words and offer her condolences to our teeth (for falling out?) and then dug a whole in the ground (with a stick might I add), covered them with dirt, and promptly forgot about them for the rest of Middle School.

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