July 31, 2004

• Lisa is writing about the experience she had in Iraq which is really cool, so when you get the chance check out her blog.  However, I will not be writing anything about Iraq, it's redunant since Lisa and I are in the same company and many of my experiences deal with Frank and who wants to hear about him?  Anyway, I will be writing about my most cherished memories growing up and the present.

  Tracey the best est friend God bestowed upon me

  I started Kindergarten in the fall of 1987 and was very excited about going, but at the same time melancholic about the time I have to spend away from my parents and little brother, even though it was only for half a day.  I didn't know what lie ahead of me and I was a little scared.  Who would I turn to if things didn't go so well? 

  I got into my classroom and it seemed everyone but me was talking to someone.  How could these people already know one another, and I haven't seen any of them before?  Was I really that sheltered from the outside world?  I sat down at a table all by my lonesome and it seemed to me as if I was invisible.  No one talked to me, and I never talked to anyone unless they initiated the conversation first.  Unfortunately, I have yet to grow out of that little flaw. 

  Our teacher started class and I discovered that she was a real nice lady and we did get along very well.  She released us for playtime and all the kids found an activity to do.  I sat at the table for a few minutes debating whether or not to talk to Tracey Altemus playing in the kitchen.  I just wanted to play in the kitchen, how we got to talking was purely coincidence.  I walked up to the play kitchen and stood there watching her mixing in a bowl and she looked at me and smiled.  I returned the gesture, and then she asked me if I liked to help her make an apple pie for our teacher.  I told her I liked cherry pie and despised apple.  What a great thing to say to someone you just met, "I think your pie sucks."  Unbelievably this did not start an argument.  Instead we compromised.  We made a half cherry/apple pie.  Impressive for five year old brains!!!  Since that day, Tracey and I were inseparable. 

  We have done everything together and our families saw us grow up.  When I left for the army, Tracey's family threw me a going away party and they all cried and so did I.  I thank God everyday for Tracey being in my life.  We've been through good times and bad and no matter what stuck together.  She's my confident, best friend, and blood sister. 

  I'll post up stories about our misadventures later. 

    

                           Tracey and me Aug 2002

  

  Tracey and me in PM Kindergarten

  I'm in teddy bear shirt and Tracey is sitting in front me in the dress with hearts.

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