My First Best Friend

Heather G was my first best friend, and we have been friends now for over 3o years. She is one friend of mine that I can with complete confidence say that she will be just like a sister to me. Her sisters are like sisters to me too.

 Heather grew up in a what you would say, rather different family. I say that because she was the second child of 15children. When we were younger and first met, we were only 7 years old, she already had 7 kids in her family.  I recall her father working from his home, making handicrafts from his wood shop, and It was there that he lost some of his thumb. Her father was as my mom put it had an "iron fist"

 and was really strict. He would spank his kids a lot. I was rather scared of him, but her mom was nice, just always pregnant and tired. Heather had to help the family income by working on a bike route. She and her brother, and as each child got to be old enough, at about 8 years old, then another child must help. They had a rather huge route, because her family knew everyone within a what seemed to me to be a 2 mile radius from their home.. If she was allowed to go sleep over at my home, she would have to get up early to do her route and then do a bunch of chores and then she would be able to play. Sometimes I would help her to finish earlier. So, while she was on her route, I would stay behind and help her sisters with the chores and help clean so that she would not have such a work load when she got home. Her mom seemed to work too, and I would try to invite her to as much things with my family as allowed. As we got older, I would try more intensively to invite her to out of town laces with me, but her father did not always let her come.

     I could name off every name in her family, and fast. We would have contests to see who was faster. She could talk faster than me so she won, but Our summers were sent following people and playing "Charlie's Angels" That was code for spying on people and tracking them down and writing down what they dad at certain times, in secret of course. Then we would write them notes. I think it would be against the law now to do that. Come to think of it, we would be considered Psycho Stalkers now. Maybe our notes would have landed us in jail for harassment, too. And come to think of it, we would have been in trouble for some other violations too. But, it was in the 1970's and we were kids playing around. Well, we were playing Charlie's Angels!

 Heather read every Hardy Boy And Nancy Drew Mysteries that were ever written and therefore was an authority of mysteries and new how to track down criminals. I watched every Mister Rogers, Fantasy Island and Love Boat, along with we both watched Star Trek, which gave me a more feel for the covert side to our operations. I did have a problem with hiding when we were in really intense look outs.  For some reason I had an "over excited bladder" as I called it and when we were on our look out cases, I had to pee. She would always tell me before hand, "Go pee before we go," I would say, "But I don't have to right now" and then when things got really exciting, I would be in the bushes, I would whisper, "Heather, I have to pee" she would laugh and say, "Awww, Lena, Not now! really? That is why I would tell you to go before. " I never could go pee behind a bush like she would.  The pee would run down my leg, or go straight down and on my ants or shorts, the pee position in the bushes always eluded me. Why couldn't it just be like everyone else?

I always ended having to pee in a toilet and running back, hoping I didn't miss anything.

  David's mom lived in the neighborhood, and so I would go there to pee, but, I never wanted to stay long because I was busy. what a summer Heather and I had.