The Ghost At Walden Pond
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
I don’t know when this actually took place in the summer of 97 but I do know it took place in the summer of 97, or at least I’m pretty sure it did. At some point during the summer I took a trip with Tiff and Ken out to Walden Pond and we saw a ghost. At least that’s how Tiff recalls it. I can’t remember if I actually saw the ghost or if I just got frightened by the looks on Ken and Tiff’s faces.
My friendship with Tiff grew out of strange events like this and then it disappeared for a long time. I did see her once the next summer, but then I didn’t see her again until the early part of 2003, nearly five years later.
I don’t have much else to say about this, except that hanging out with Tiff and KenMills was cool. It was like the old days with Katie, except that Tiff was just a different person and it was totally different. So, it kinda wasn’t like the old days with Katie after all, except that it was.
What I mean by all this is that I liked having a female friend again. Chick friends were cool and especially during the summer of my discontent, when I felt like I’d probably alienated the entire female populace of Bradford because of my overzealousness with the whole Heather T. thing.