My long post of memories. I got a bit carried away...;

I'm writing this in response to Demi's post, 'Orting'. After reading this, I became incredibly nostalgic and I thought I'd share some memories of my own that I have with her and some with others. Please forgive me if my writing does not do the past justice because it probably won't.

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We were sitting in the woods, warming our hands on the pretend fire silently wishing we were aloud to use matches. We'd been out there all day building forts and adventuring through paths to "secret" meeting places. I sighed with content and all of a sudden a feeling came upon me.
"Demi. I think I gotta go pee," I said nervously.
"I kind of do too," she responded.
We both realized there was no toilets in the wilderness and there was certainly no toilet paper. The idea of going outside was scary. No doors means no privacy. And there was the whole squatting thing that we weren't sure if our little uncoordinated bodies could handle.
Adamant to stay in role in this adventurous game, we came to the conclusion that there was no other option but go in the great outdoors, though we were not about to use leaves. We both ran as fast as we could to Demi's cabin and bolted into the bathroom. After each of us grabbed a handful of toilet paper, we ran right back into the woods.
We took turns standing guard as the other carefully got the job done. Proud of our victory, we continued on with playing pretend.

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It was a day of celebration for Demi's beloved boy, Howie, was turning one. Howie was a cabbage patch kid. And I had my darling little Clara, a baby born doll I had received for my eighth birthday.
This was one of many birthday's we gave for Howie and Clara because you can't have a birthday without a cake. And we couldn't make a cake with out my prized and precious Barbie Easy-Bake oven. After what seemed like hours of baking and frosting, our outcome was a masterpiece. A three layered chocolate cake with pink frosting and multicolored sprinkles. We politely offered Howie and Clara a piece which they oddly declined, and then devoured that cake.
Disappointed that the fun was over, we quickly reminded ourselves that Clara's birthday was within the next week. And then after that, there had to be some other doll whose birthday needed celebrating...

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I was home by myself and bored. Slim on options, I asked my mother if I could go ask the neighbor twins to play. Sick of my complaints she agreed that this would be the best thing to do.
I then slowly walked two houses down and up the to the porch. I knocked and waited. The door creaked open and there stood the twin's older sister who must have been babysitting.
"Can Ian and Canaan play?" I asked.
"Sorry. They're taking a nap," She said.
That's odd, I thought to myself as I walked back home. I haven't taken a nap since I was three. Hmm, they must tire easily or something.
Years later, when reminiscing with one of the twins, Ian, he admitted that they had told their sister to tell me they were napping because they didn't want to play with me. These are the same boys that would come by every day asking if my older brother, Jon, could play and would only play with me if he wasn't home. I should have known!

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From somewhere, we heard that four o'clock was tea time in Britain. Whether or not this was true, that is the time we scheduled our tea party. However, at the young age we were, Summer and I both agreed that tea was gross. Therefore, we opted to fill the miniature tea pot with cherry Kool-Aid.
In our experiences with tea sets, mine had to be the fanciest we'd seen yet. It came with four tea cups, four plates, a milk pooring thing, and a sugar jar. What made this set especially cool though, was the fact that that cups and plates and pot was almost the size of a regular grown up set! This made us feel pretty big while using it.
The day was warm. We set a big blanket under the trampoline which gave let us pretend that we were in our own personal fortress. We sat and drank and laughed and nibbled on some saltine crackers. My old dog, Molly, had come to see what all the fuss was about. She was a bit of a rambunctious dog and we were about to shoo her away when a big scary honey bee began to fly about. Terrified, Summer and I shrieked. Meanwhile, Molly opened her mouth as if giving us a big toothy grin. She ran to the bee and snapped! The bee was killed and in my dog's stomach. We fed her a cracker and called her a hero.

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The long day of second grade had come to and end and my aunt Sherry was there to pick me up. I was excited because going to aunties house meant going to Websterville and going to Websterville meant getting to play with my very favorite cousin, Demi!
As soon as the car stopped, I ran to the cabin and knocked on the door. Demi opened it and grinned. I looked past her and noticed that everything was packed away in boxes. Then I noticed a huge van parked by her house.
"Demi, what's going on?" I asked.
"I'm moving!" She said. "Kaitee, you should see our new house! It's got two bedrooms, a big kitchen and livingroom, and Kaitee, you should see the bathroom! It huge! It's got a bath tub and when you walk in there's this big mirror. You can see yourself in it the entire time you're in there."
"Cool.. But where are you moving to?" I murmured worriedly. Demi had lived in the cabin since before I could remember and I did not like the fact that this was changing.
"Puyallup. My mom says it's close to the fair. Isn't that cool?" she replied.
I nodded as Demi continued to tell me all about her new house. She sounded so excited that even I began to stop worrying about her leaving. I couldn't wait to go visit her cool new house!
"Demi, it's time to go!" We heard her mom call.
"Oh. I gotta go. We're going to the new house!" Demi told me.
After saying my goodbyes, I watched as Demi climbed into the big van. I watched as it pulled away and I sat on the cabin's porch. I looked around our dear Websterville. I saw the apple tree we climbed and playhouse we played in. I saw the trail leading to our beloved woods. I looked back at the cabin and it struck me that Demi didn't live there anymore. Our constant play was over. I covered my eyes with the palms of my hands and began to cry.