Near the end of third grade my best friend's dad died and my life changed dramatically.
I am sure we went to church before that as I remember Sunday School, choir and some weekday activity we attended. However my most vivid Sunday memories are of those between third and fifth grade. We were always ALWAYS spending the night at each other's houses. We thought we were all grown up wearing pantyhose with our dresses. I don't actually remember church itself just that we would all go to her house afterwards. Her mom made us all ham sandwiches on white bread with mustard on one slice and mayonnaise on the other. We ate Lay's Potato Chips and drank coke from ice filled glasses. My sister, brother, best friend and I would pretend like we were at a restaurant as they had the coolest booth with black plether covering the bench. We would gulp down our food and run to play school or gymnastics or college. We made class lists, practiced routines or smoked Crayolas depending on what we were playing. Our moms would sip Tab and Coke smoking their Bel Airs and Benson and Hedges and talk and talk and talk. They never seemed to stop talking. We would stay until dinner time and often they would still be talking as we piled into the station wagon.
They moved at the end of fifth grade and I have never eaten another ham sandwich. I can't stand to eat ham.
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