Creativity: The First Day Of The Music Classroom

We were trouble, the two of us. I was the creativity who would devise a plan that just may have been entertaining, but she always had the audacity to see it through. A can recall many specific events of our friendship that have fixed themselves into my childhood memories, one of which is of the first day of music class, when we decided to switch names during role call and then we became oblivious as to why the teacher couldn’t tell us apart on the second day. I would poor milk in her shoes during lunch, and at recess, she would spit on my glasses in retaliation. When she expressed interest in wanting a cellphone, I went out and bought one for myself just to spite her. We wrote notes to each other, the way friends do in elementary school. I gave her a pair of my shoes that I no longer wanted and we would meet before school every day to eat breakfast in the cafeteria. Some of my favorite mornings took place in the middle of winter, which isn’t snowy in the desert but still chilly. What made these days special was shivering in the wind and sharing a warm, steamy chai tea …show more content…
That person no longer exists, she is a memory and she influences a part of who I am today. We have reverted back to being acquaintances and she marvels at how I’ve been in her life longer than any of her other friends. There are many types of attraction; sexual, aesthetic, and pragmatic, to name a few, but this was a sort of attraction I have never felt before and may never feel again. The want to be around her pulled me in so tightly those first couple of years that I still shake with anticipation when I dwell on those memories. A feeling so outstanding, can only be defined as a first love. The idea haunts me that she never felt the same way, but an even more intimidating realization is that I will never