![]() One time Vicky brought it up at a party our freshman year-we were all pretty tipsy-and we laughed and laughed, Vicky most of all, until her face turned almost as purple as it had all those years ago in the gym. They played field hockey together and said hi in the halls. Vicky wasn't very fat to begin with-just some baby weight on her face and stomach-and before high school she'd lost that and grown three inches. The whole point of growing up is learning to stay on the laughing side. It happens every day, in every school, in every town in America-probably the world, for all I know. There's always going to be a person laughing and somebody getting laughed at. That's just the kind of thing that kids do to each other. It's not like Vicky was traumatized or anything. It was one of those memories I didn't even know I remembered, if you know what I mean. The weird thing is that I hadn't thought about that in forever. That's what I remembered in that before-death instant, when I was supposed to be having some big revelation about my past: the smell of varnish and the squeak of our sneakers on the polished floor the tightness of my polyester shorts the laughter echoing around the big empty space like there were way more than twenty-five people in the gym. "You could hit her with your eyes closed." I wasn't friends with Lindsay yet, but even then she had this way of saying things that made them hilarious, and I laughed along with everyone else while Vicky's face turned as purple as the wrinkled underside of a storm cloud. Specifically, I thought of the time in 4th grade when Lindsay announced in front of the whole gym class that she wouldn't have Vicky on her dodgeball team. I didn't even think of my family, or the way the morning light turns the walls in my bedroom the color of cream, or the way the azaleas outside of my window smell in July, a mixture of honey and cinnamon. I didn't think of all the outrageous things I'd done with my friends. ![]() The things I wanted to remember the things I wanted to be remembered for.īut before I died I didn't think of Rob, or any other guy. ![]() ![]() The truth is, though, I wouldn't have minded reliving my greatest hits: when Rob Cokran and I first hooked up in the middle of the dance floor at homecoming, so everyone saw and knew we were together when Lindsay, Elody, Ally and I got drunk and tried to make snow angels in May, leaving person-sized imprints in Ally's lawn my sweet sixteenth party, when we set out a hundred tea lights and we all danced on the table in the backyard the time Lindsay and I pranked Clara Seuse on Halloween, got chased down by the cops, and laughed so hard we almost threw up. I'd be happy to forget all of fifth grade, for example (the glasses-and-pink-braces period), and does anybody want to relive the first day of middle school? Add in all of the boring family vacations, pointless algebra classes, period cramps and bad kisses I barely lived through the first time around. Some things are better left buried and forgotten, as my mom would say. ![]() To be honest, I'd always thought the whole final-moment, mental life-scan-thing sounded pretty awful. They say that just before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, but that's not how it happened for me. ![]()
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