Most, if not all of my adventures when I was growing up in Weirton, West Virginia, were with my best friend, Ramaine. She lived down the street from me, and we were attached at the hip. We were in Camp Fire Girls together. We rode the school bus together. We had a cabin in the woods together. It seemed like we were laughing all day long.
I was just retelling this story to a friend the other day and thought that I would reblog this post. It is the hardest I have ever laughed in my life.