Facebook is much maligned for being a giant time suck. But I appreciate Facebook for allowing me to keep in touch with friends who live thousands of miles from my home. And sometimes I get a reminder about how little, in some ways, I’ve changed. Here is an edited exchange I had last week:
Rob: Anyone recognize this in Renfrew?
Tracey: Change room from the beach?
Rob: Yep. I think it’s the only thing left at the beach.
Me: What happened to the beach?
Rob: They closed it several years ago.
Me: Oh, explain please.
Rob: That’s all I got.
Me: Hahaha. Okay.
Ann: It was closed years ago because of a high ecoli count. There was a recent article in the Mercury saying the town had retested the water and was still too high to swim in. I still remember the musty smell in the change room. Wasn’t pleasant.
Me: Thanks Ann. And ewwww. I don’t think I ever used the change room.
Ann: I hated biking all the way across town with a wet bathing suit.
Me: I never minded. But I was a weird kid and pretty oblivious. I probably swam in my clothes.
Ann: You weren’t that weird. Except when you used to tell me the picture of me in my locket looked like a frog. I thought it was a boy thing. LOL.
Me: Hahahaha. What a little turd I was. Yes I was weird, and if that’s all I said then I am grateful. Sorry by the way. I’m sure you looked perfectly nice.
Ann: I think it was an inside joke that you never let me in on. LOL. Mrs. Amell’s split grade 2-3 class. Good times!
It’s wonderful to still be friends with the people who knew me when I was such a weird little turd.