This was a few years ago, so some of the details are easy, but this is how I remember it.
Karen and I were 19 but we had been friends all our lives. We were born on the same block a month apart and were inseparable friends.
We learned to walk together, we learned to ride bikes together. Always in the same class at school, we were sent to the principal’s office together and sat in detention after class together. Our parents called us the “twins of terror.“
We weren’t really bad, just mischievous, always pushing our boundaries. Once we were in high school we were among the first kids to experiment with alcohol and pot, but never too much. We were among the first to date boys and, looking back, should feel sorry for them.
Karen and I had no secrets. Anything that happened between one of us and a boy was soon known by the other. Every kiss, every time a boy tried to feel us up or slip their hand up our skirt, Karen and I would soon discuss it.