Kevin and I used to have a long walk to school. It was 10 miles, uphill both ways. OK, maybe it was somewhat less than that, a mile and a half or so. Anyway it took a good 30 minutes to get to school. Day after day we walked for two years before he went to High School. And for one of those years, we were in the same band class and sat right next to each other.
So on average we spent at least two hours together every day. And that does not even count if we hung out after school, which was quite often. Most days we hung out at his house for at least another half hour after we got home. After we exhausted every conceivable topic of conversation, we planned a bank robbery. Just silly kids stuff.
Where does the time go? That was over 25 years ago. Jr. High is such an awful time for most people. But I actually thought it was pretty great.
Now days if I spend two hours with a friend in a month, I count myself lucky. My days are filled with statistics, budgets, test plans and schedules. Simple friendship seems like a luxury. Why did I ever want to grow up?