I was one of those unlucky kids, forced to move right before high school, which separated me from a lot of good friends early: Kerry being one of them.
This gal was one of my best buddies in grade school, a friendship that started young, when our grade-one teacher identified us as budding writers and suggested we join forces, script the dialogue for a picture book (which was apparently so good, ha!, it was catalogued in our school library for all to borrow — a sweet-ass success for two overachieving six year olds). We spent the following years working as a team, writing a series of stories about two mice, always conjuring up unique games, solving mystery crimes with our plush toys, and initiating events and ridiculous contests for our classmates.
If I think about it, Kerry was one of the last people I ever had a true creative collaboration with — something I can’t seem to achieve lately, for varying reasons of time, not finding the right personality or productivity match, and, frankly, creative control, but in reuniting as adults, it’s nice to be reminded that there is a little of that spirit rooted deep inside.
So great to see you after nearly 30 years of respective adventuring, K. Maybe we can work on writing our memoirs in another 30? Ha! XO