Tinkerbell was my first best friend.

My first best friend was named L. We were glued at the hip for kindergarten and part of first grade, until she moved unexpectedly to a different school.
L was an interesting girl. She loved fairy's and anything make believe and I remember our extravagant adventures through her backyard. She always played with a sense of assurance, that she knew exactly how this or that would act and how the story played out. I admired her, and always wanted to be like her. Mystical, Imaginative, creative, L was a real life tinkerbell.
I remember vividly her house, on old victorian style place teetering on a hill.
The stairs in the front were deteriorating, so you had to be careful about where you stepped. The house loomed above the sidewalks, resting lazily in the tops of the trees. I was so young then it always seemed like a mansion. But as I got older it became less and less of a mysterious house of secrets and wonder, and more of a musty old house, sinking deep into it's foundation. I remember the peeling paint and overgrown ferns, high windows and majestic front entryway.
L's mother was just as amazing as she was. J was tall, lively and full of ideas, every st. patricks day she would put little green footprints around the house. On the walls,ceiling,floors and at the time, L and I were convinced they were leprechauns. We were ecstatic. I remember before she moved out of the house, J let us paint the walls. We drew fairies and quotes and doodles, spent hours on our hands and knees. I remember we wrote on a wall in the living room "To future residents! There are fairies living in the tree in the backyard. Please don't cut it down!!!"
I savor that moment a lot. Longing to spend just one day back in that wonderful cut off little world. But for the meantime, I think we all need to embrace our inner L and J more often. I feel that everyone would be better off.
Because tinkerbell is a pretty cool first best friend.