During my high school years I had a great friendship with a girl called Vikki. We had plenty in common - our mothers had been friends at school for a short while and then had met up again in hospital on the 3rd May 1972, each after having a baby on the same day...
Myself and Vikki seemed to have a penchant for dressing up and taking part in ridiculous events "for the fun of it" however, life has mysterious ways of creating new paths for us. Vikki became pregnant at the age of 16, left home and moved into a flat in Blackpool. We lost touch as she had different responsibilities.
I moved away from home at the age of 18 and also found a flat in Blackpool... 2 doors up from Vikki! What a coincidence - don't you think that sometimes, things are meant to be? I also became pregnant but moved again (to a different town) and had my baby. There wasn't really anyone else who I had anything in common with, so I drifted away from my childhood friendships and forged new ones with new people in a new town with a new husband and a new baby.
Over the years, I kept in touch and lost touch with Vikki in equal measures. We always seem to find each other at the time when we need each other the most. I phoned her once and discovered that she'd recently lost her baby so made arrangements to visit. I was at the florist in the village where I'd grown up, choosing flowers for my mum's funeral... I turned round and who should be there? Yes, it was Vikki!
Over the past year or so, I've managed to regain contact with a number of old school friends through the wonder of Facebook, mainly due to the fact that someone posted this picture of "The Class Of '88"
It was 21 years (*gulp*) since we'd left school and it was time for a reunion. Sadly, I couldn't make it, but looking at the pictures of those that did made me realise that some friendships are for life, no matter how long you have been out of touch.
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| Charity 3-Legged Race, 1987 |
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| Kirkham Club Day, 1987 |
I moved away from home at the age of 18 and also found a flat in Blackpool... 2 doors up from Vikki! What a coincidence - don't you think that sometimes, things are meant to be? I also became pregnant but moved again (to a different town) and had my baby. There wasn't really anyone else who I had anything in common with, so I drifted away from my childhood friendships and forged new ones with new people in a new town with a new husband and a new baby.
Over the years, I kept in touch and lost touch with Vikki in equal measures. We always seem to find each other at the time when we need each other the most. I phoned her once and discovered that she'd recently lost her baby so made arrangements to visit. I was at the florist in the village where I'd grown up, choosing flowers for my mum's funeral... I turned round and who should be there? Yes, it was Vikki!
Over the past year or so, I've managed to regain contact with a number of old school friends through the wonder of Facebook, mainly due to the fact that someone posted this picture of "The Class Of '88"
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| Class of '88, St Bede's RC High School, Lytham, Lancashire |
It was 21 years (*gulp*) since we'd left school and it was time for a reunion. Sadly, I couldn't make it, but looking at the pictures of those that did made me realise that some friendships are for life, no matter how long you have been out of touch.
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This blog post was submitted for the weekly Gallery over at Sticky Fingers. This week's theme was 'Friendship' and thought about a friendship that I've had for about 25 years.
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