Life As an Afterschool Special

Yesterday I found a piece of my past at the thrift store.

I was so excited to take it home and show my sister, who I knew would be as thrilled as I was.

She went out on the front porch, and I put my new treasure in the CD player, turned it up loud, and went to join her. I wanted to surprise her.

After a few notes she sat up and said “SHUT UP!”

“I KNOW!” I squealed.

I had found Tiffany’s cd.

I remember summers at my dad’s house, when Erica and I would go into the basement and put our Tiffany tape in, and make up dances for hours and hours.

Sometimes my brother would join us. Sometimes our friends would come. But Erica and I were always the stars.

She was the better dancer by far, but I was the dramatic one. Between the two of us we had whole productions… with props and costumes and dramatic endings… we even have a few of our plays and dances on tape somewhere…

“Wear your jacket like it was her own… I used to wear it so well”

As the Tiffany sang that line last night I had flashbacks to Erica and I in the basement, jean jackets tossed over our shoulders, singing our hearts out about love and loss and things we didn’t really understand…

At one point last night, I couldn’t contain myself any longer, and I jumped from my seat and began to dance around the porch. Oh yes… I so remembered the dance to I think we’re alone now…

Erica and I were both laughing and singing really loud, until the neighbors came out and Erica told to me to sit down because they were watching.

“Running just as fast as we can… holding on to one another’s hand… trying to get away into the night… and then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say… I think we’re alone now”

Man… good times!