"Dear Diary, 12-21-96
Well, Tulsa got its first snow of the season this morning, and yet another White Christmas is here. It came rather early, too, I must say.
Christmas is just a few days away, but it won't be the same. It's happened before, so I'm more comfortable with it. When it happened, I was younger, before I could almost even care. I miss baby-sitting Mac, Jess, and Avie, rollerblading with Zac, kick-boxing with Ike, and creaming Tay in one-on-one basketball games. But in a matter of days, they'll be back.
In fact, I'm getting side effects from having them be away for so long. It may seem irregular, but it's memory flashbacks....
Maybe I should start from the beginning. I was born on a Wednesday. T'was a sunny morning, 7:32am to be exact, on March the 14th, 1983, the year of the boar. My name, Kimberly Jean Brown, a girl with dark blue eyes and a head of light brown hair, height from my father, slim body frame from my mother, was given to me by my mother, Barbara Jean Brown, and my father, Douglas Paul Brown.
And yet the same day, another great expectation was born. My best friend, Jordan Taylor Hanson, was born the same year, same month, same day, same time, and the same hospital as I was. According to this theory, we were astrological twins, which is found very rare.
I remember my parents telling me how they met Taylor's parents, Diana and Walker Hanson. Well, actually, Walker met my dad first. They had gone to visit their babies (me and Taylor) in the nursery. They later intoduced Diana and my mom to each other, and became good friends. Then it finally dawned on them. They lived next door to each other! And got a good laugh out of it.
Another memory I carry with me. Diana was due with her fourth child in just a few short weeks. Isaac, or Ike, was Taylor's older brother, and was almost 8 years old. Zachary, or Zac, Taylor's younger brother, was almost 3 years old. Taylor and I were 5 years old.
Anyway, I remember it was a hot and sunny summer afternoon, and I was trying to ride "a big persons bike" as I would call it, by myself. My dad had been teaching me, and going through a long process doing it, too.
So as I was getting the hang of it, I lost my balance and fell off of my bike. I had scraped up my knee on the burning asphalt. I sat there next to my bike, letting out a few tears. Taylor happened to be sitting on his front porch, watching me attempt to ride a bike, like a "big girl." He dashed inside of his house, and then came back outside with a band-aid in his hand and a smile on his face. All sadness faded away, as he invited me inside for a popsicle.
It may seem silly, but that is one of my top five fondest memories.
"....and so diary, as I conclude another day, I come closer to the Hanson's arrival from Los Angeles. It just takes a matter of time."
I closed up my diary and locked it away into my nightstand.
I lay there in bed, thinking. Why is this memory effect coming over me? I pondered over that thought, and drited off to sleep, dazed about my brain.
..."Taylor, have you ever kissed anyone?"
"My mom."
"Not like that kind of kiss..."
"You mean like on T.V.?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"Got and two's?" "Go fish."
"Have you ever wondered what its like?"
"Sometimes."
"Well, maybe we should try, just to see what's the big deal."
"Okay."
"We'll kiss on the count of three, okay?" "Okay."
"Ready? One...two...three." We kissed, then stared at each other in surprise.
"I don't see what the big deal is." "Yeah, me neither." "Got any nines?" "Go fish."...
I woke up, and looked at my alarm clock. 3:42am. That dream, which was a reality 2 1/2 years ago, I can't believe I dreampt that. I fell back asleep, chuckling to myself.
A few days later, I had another dream....
"...Taylor, what are you going to name your kids when you get older?"
"I'm not gonna have any kids."
"Well, what if you had to?"
"Ummm, well, I guess, well, maybe Abigail for a girl, and, um, maybe Joshua for a boy."
"Well, I like Stephanie for a girl and James for a boy."
"C'mon, Kim, let's go play soccer."
"Oh, fine..."
I shot out of bed, nearly sweating beads.
"Okay, what's going on?" I thought to myself. I mean, this has happened twice.
I try to go back to sleep, but I only give myself a great deal of tossing and turning about.
The Hanson's were due back anyday now. Personally, I was jumping inside. Taylor had sent me a letter in November, and told me that he and his family would be back sometime in the beginning of January.
"...Hey, Tay, dare me to jump out of the treehouse?"
"No, it's too risky."
"Oh, come on."
"I don't think you should..."
"Too bad, I'm going to."
I jumped out of the treehouse, but lost my footing, and sprained my ankle.
"Kim? Kim! Kim...
"Kim! Wake up! You have to get ready for school!" my mom yelled.
Great, another dream, that actually happened last summer. I must be going crazy.
Once again, I was dropped of by the old school bus, finishing up another day of eighth grade.
As I walked up the driveway, I notice a white van in the driveway next door to me.
"They're finally home; I'll visit them later." I thought, smiling, unlocking the front door.