One of those friends was Cameron. As we "grew up," she was also my partner in crime, flirting with boys, "cruising the pike," you name it she was game. It was Cameron who left my phone number on my first love's car. (But that's a story for another post). Many a weekend nights were spent at Cameron's house, in her pool, sprawling on the big couch watching movies. It's those nights and those memories I'll keep more than anything I remember from the rink.
I should also mention that Cameron and I were a bit, um, opposite, in height. Please note in the picture how she is wearing skates, I am not, and she just barely reaches my shoulder. An odd couple, alright.
Cameron now lives in California, and I haven't seen her in a few years. But I know if I did, we would pick up like no time had passed at all.