Last week while cleaning out my old room, I found lots of old notes, cards, etc. Mixed in with my 16th birthday things was a hand-made envelope from my best friend at the time; her unmistakable scrawl indicated that I should open it alone, later and that it concerned the thing that only she and our friend Jon knew about.
I was pretty baffled, as I don’t remember any significantly huge secret, but I pulled out the handmade card inside. It was a certificate (also in her scrawl) for bike-riding lessons, stating that she would happily and discreetly teach me the thing that needed learning in the secret location of my choice, and even provide a slick cover story for my being there.
Apparently, this was the most mortifying secret I had had ten years ago. And I had to smile at how utterly awesome my best friend was.
I’m kinda tempted to call her now and demand redemption, ha.
