Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)

One of my best friends in high school was Jackie. Even though she was a year younger than I, we just hit it off and had similar senses of humor and interests. She had a wider view than just “high school”, and a strong personality. She was attractive, and was pretty normal in the high school dress “code” (we were all pretty preppy then — no slacks allowed in the ’60’s), but she really didn’t care much about what other people thought of her.

She was perhaps my most “outlandish” friend. She said what she thought and didn’t hold back. It was eye-opening for me, because I was quieter and more serious — but I think she was just what I needed at that point in my life — a little lightness, a bit of an edge, a quirky sense of humor with a booming laugh, but also an ability to think more deeply than some of my other friends.

Jackie was definitely her own person, and I enjoyed the couple of years she was my friend. After high school, she moved back to her home state, Michigan, and, though I went up to visit her once, we rapidly went our separate ways.

It’s funny how you can be so close to some people and have them mean so much to you, then lose touch, and rarely think of them again. I do think of her more often than some my other long-lost friends because she had some qualities that probably contributed to an interesting adult.