If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels. ~Tennessee Williams
Watching Kyle grow, I’ve already seen him form tight bonds with his friends, and a few buddies have already gone their separate ways. Take his friend Luke (Kyle called him “My svrend (friend) Luttie”, because he couldn’t say the “f” or “k”) for example. Those two were inseparable in daycare, but alas now in junior high, their interests have changed and they each do their own thing. I’m sure they’ll always remain acquaintances, at least I hope so.
Kyle now socializes mostly with Duncan, in addition to his band friends. On a side note, Kyle met Duncan in the seventh grade, and they’ve been tight ever since. Once I saw how Kyle spelled his name, Dunkin, like Kyle’s favorite, Dunkin Donuts. I about died!
Kyle hasn’t had the honor of earning the rights to being called a “Troublesome Trio”or even a “Dynamic Duo”. Maybe one day he’ll reach that status, after all he is a Piper, but until then, the “Troublesome Trio” resides with two wonderful people I know. My friendship with Tree and Tracey have been ongoing since the seventh grade. Originally, I believe the “Troublesome Trio” was coined with me, Maggie and Tree, but has since been shifted slightly to include Tracey. We were Latrobe’s very own Charlie’s Angels.
This past Saturday, Tree had a great idea to get us together to watch The Clark’s play acoustic in Copperstown, outside of Latrobe, Pennsylvania. Great idea! It’s always fun catching up with the girls, and spending an evening with good music. We had a great time, even though the days of staying up all night are long gone.
Before Tree called me to make plans, I was just thinking about them. You see, I was completely engrossed in this book serious, the Hush Hush saga. I love those books! Throughout the story, the main character Nora and her best gal pal, Vee are seriously like a super sleuth duo. They do DBs (drive bys, meaning to drive past a specific location to spy on a specific person – no shooting involved in our DBs) and try to dig up information based off of their hunches. The girls wanted to figure out what’s going on with people they know, and specifically with their boyfriends. The main concept of the story involves fall angels and Nephilim. The girls together seriously reminded me of Tree and Tracey, making me miss our teenage and post teenage days. The one girl Vee from the book, even drove up on a rock when they were scheming to bust into a boys bedroom to find out information on him. One time, I tried to teach Tree to drive my car, which was a stick shift, and she drove right up on a huge curb. We both laughed so hard. I almost died when I read the similar instances like that in the book series!
Hanging out with Tree and Tracey on Saturday, I found I’m not the only one missing the days of old. While getting caught up on all current issues with my gal pals, we stepped back to relive a few stories too. Collectively, we truly crave our younger days, especially the of days of mischief. We had great years growing up, and we really enjoyed life, even the stupid trouble we’d get into.
It’s true, as teenagers and even into our early twenties, we never did anything terribly wrong, no vandalizing, or trespassing, or running a muck. Tree smoked, but she always did, and unfortunately continues to do so. (Bad Tree!) The worst any of us drank was Tracey, with a large amount of milk once while on a DB, which resulted in a bad stomachache. Me and Tree found complete humor in her discomfort. She’s still lactose intolerance. So why did she drink the milk? I have no idea! It’s Tracey.
Were cops ever called? Surely, but not on us, by us. Really? While on our routes, whether we were on foot or in a vehicle, we would patrol the Latrobe area. Remember, we were Latrobe’s very own Charlie’s Angels.
Once while walking through a playground in the middle of the night, yes, it was probably around 2:00 am or so, it was summer time, and trouble found us. Can’t imagine (sarcasm). Actually, I don’t really know why we were up so late walking through a playground at night, but it was safe old Latrobe. Anyway, we spotted a body in the playground. Assuming someone was dead, (because there was no other explanation – sarcasm) we called the cops. Did we approach the body? No, because we convinced ourselves it was a dead body and who wanted to approach one of those! The cops came to investigate, and told the drunk man to go home. Wait, he wasn’t dead? No! He was simply sleeping of the night’s alcohol. He was intoxicated and we cleaned up the streets of Latrobe. Go us!
Think that’s bad? Once, while doing a DB without me, (I was probably working) Tree and Tracey swore they saw someone writing graffiti on a bridge. Naturally, they called the cops. When the law enforcement went to examine the situation, there wasn’t a sign of paint to be seen. The potential perpetrators must’ve been spraying water or something harmless, or Tree and Tracey were seeing things. Too much!
One of our best DBs included a hot summer day, a bunch of squirt guns, and a hose. I know it’s totally silly, but we got it in our heads to drive around and shoot people with squirt guns. Keep in mind, back then they didn’t have supper soakers or anything of the sort. Our water guns were generic, multicolored translucent plastic guns, which only held maybe a quarter of a cup of water, and they leaked terribly. We certainly weren’t packing live rounds, nor did we have anything to cause harm to anyone like a paintball gun. Nope, simple children’s water guns.
On one of our attacks, (using that term very loosely for we never hurt anyone or caused any damage) we drove past our friend Scotty’s house, who happened to be in his yard. As we called him over to the car, we let him have it with the squirt guns. Was he surprised? Sure. Was he mad? Nope. We even circled back to show him no mercy. Well, what we didn’t realize was his mom witnessed the entire scene and unbeknownst to us, she lent him assistance. When we got out of the car to douse him good, his mom gave him the hose and turned it on us. We were drenched! Seriously, what a fun summer day!
Tree and Tracey are still one hundred percent original!
I could go on and on with stories upon stores of our adventures, some even included Ryan, perhaps another time. I hope Kyle finds life just as much fun, and I truly pray that he remains harmless in his mischief like we did. Although, unless Kyle moves his attention away from video games, he won’t have that opportunity to really enjoy the simple things in life.
I also hope Kyle finds and keeps true friends like mine. Me, Tree and Tracey have always been kids at heart, and remain so to this day, in addition to being good friends.
Those gals are the most truest of all people, and a couple of silly chicks. I’m thinking Tree and Tracey need to be memorialized in words. Perhaps they’ll be my muses for my next book.