Yesterday I went over to my parents house and had lunch with them and my godmother. My mother has known my godmother since they were in 5th class (over 50 years), which I think is incredible.
When I kid my godmother would come up and stay with us after work, and spend the evening chatting to my parents once we kids had been put to bed. Typically, I remember she always bought us smarties!
Yesterday they told us stories of what they used to get up to as kids, and teenagers, and remembered people from their past. Many of the stories I have heard before, but it is always great to hear them again. They also talked about what they were up to and their plans for the future.
This weekend I am off to see Mary Poppins with some friends who I went to school with. We have known each other for about 22 years (hardly any time compared to my mother). We don’t see each other as often as we should – children keep us all busy – but I am really looking forward to meeting up.
I imagine we will share stories of our past and our plans for our future over dinner afterwards (without kids interrupting us too!).
Hopefully in another 30 years, we will telling stories to each others children and grandchildren about what we got up to when we were young.