Hanging Out

That’s my friend Billy in the back, I’m getting off – either doing what my mother says (not likely) or being careful (also not likely) – but there we are. It would not be a totally typical day for my mother to take us for a hack in the buggy but she loved a good production and that would have been one. But Billy and I – we hung out. We inhabited a lot of space. His grandfather lived next door in a huge house with an amazing amount of closets and small areas for us to crouch and crawl around, we had caves and roads and a lot of summer time. We were also completely unsupervised most of the time. This is a rare photo of parental presence, and I can’t imagine who took it. Billy sent it to me some years ago so I’m thinking his mother must have been the silent partner in this endeavor.

I was reading a list called “30 Things To A Better Life” – I’m pretty sure it was put together by Seth Godin – and the first Thing says, “Stop spending time with the wrong people.” Well I really scored on that one! I am appreciative and grateful that my (still) friends Billy and Debbie – we were all born a few weeks apart – are in my life, always have been and always will be. We are on the same wavelength and doing many of the same things as adults without having had all that much actual contact over the years. We always felt connected, like geese imprinting, we left our marks on each other.

Here’s the quote,

  1. Stop spending time with the wrong people. – Life is too short to spend time with people who suck the happiness out of you.  If someone wants you in their life, they’ll make room for you.  You shouldn’t have to fight for a spot.  Never, ever insist yourself to someone who continuously overlooks your worth.  And remember, it’s not the people that stand by your side when you’re at your best, but the ones who stand beside you when you’re at your worst that are your true friends.

And if there is any one inside of us who’s doing that yucky stuff – let’s get them going too. I feel like what Debbie and Billy and I did for each other in those early years was that we just hung out, we let the day be the day, the parent be there or not, sun, rain, summer, winter – just was what it was and we were who we were and we still are.

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