Memories from Sandra
Sandra, the fourth member of the unauthorized midnight roadtrip to New York, just emailed me. She heard about Gretchen recently. She sent along the following memories, and photographs.
From Sandra
Sitting around outside of Genuardi's eating ice cream and drinking coke. I cannot remember if it was Christine, Gretchen or I complaining of PMS, but we decided to solve it by sitting around outside in crisp fall weather stuffing our faces with sugar. We bought a big container of ice cream and some cokes and feasted.
Gretchen had moments where she just seemed fearless. It was late at night and we decided to venture up to Genuardi's parking lot. We didn't have anything to do, nor know what to do so we got into shopping cart races. Gretchen was the lightest of us, so she chose to ride in a cart as we pushed. She kept wanting to stand up or put her arms out of the cart. She seemed so free and happy, like she was flying across the asphalt with nothing to hold her back.
Gretchen and her delight at combining Dr Pepper and Pixie Stix. She got carried away once and the fizz went up her nose causing her to spit it out and make this horrible snarfing noise. I think she laughed for about 15 minutes after that.
Gretchen was grounded but for some reason she could still stand around in her yard. I walked over to her house and we just stood there talking, as evening approached, talking. It was relaxing and I think she appreciated the break from being grounded. She was so often stuck at home for some reason or another.
After she made the scary attempt and cut her arms, we went out. Some guy, I cannot recall who, noticed the scars and asked her about them. I would have covered scars like that, but she proudly displayed them as if asking the world to question her courage. When he asked her what happened, she gave him this look that could cut glass before saying, "I made a mistake, and they are my reminder." I just wish this could have been yet another mistake she could be reminded of later on.
From Sandra
Sitting around outside of Genuardi's eating ice cream and drinking coke. I cannot remember if it was Christine, Gretchen or I complaining of PMS, but we decided to solve it by sitting around outside in crisp fall weather stuffing our faces with sugar. We bought a big container of ice cream and some cokes and feasted.
Gretchen had moments where she just seemed fearless. It was late at night and we decided to venture up to Genuardi's parking lot. We didn't have anything to do, nor know what to do so we got into shopping cart races. Gretchen was the lightest of us, so she chose to ride in a cart as we pushed. She kept wanting to stand up or put her arms out of the cart. She seemed so free and happy, like she was flying across the asphalt with nothing to hold her back.
Gretchen and her delight at combining Dr Pepper and Pixie Stix. She got carried away once and the fizz went up her nose causing her to spit it out and make this horrible snarfing noise. I think she laughed for about 15 minutes after that.
Gretchen was grounded but for some reason she could still stand around in her yard. I walked over to her house and we just stood there talking, as evening approached, talking. It was relaxing and I think she appreciated the break from being grounded. She was so often stuck at home for some reason or another.
After she made the scary attempt and cut her arms, we went out. Some guy, I cannot recall who, noticed the scars and asked her about them. I would have covered scars like that, but she proudly displayed them as if asking the world to question her courage. When he asked her what happened, she gave him this look that could cut glass before saying, "I made a mistake, and they are my reminder." I just wish this could have been yet another mistake she could be reminded of later on.
posted by Megan @ 2:20 AM
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