a hill.

When I was really young I had a best friend named Reagan. Weird how so many of my childhood memories are gone, but I can remember so much about Reagan. I was scared of her Dad.

Her Mom was burned in a motor home fire...it was so sad.

Reagan started the trend of sticking small stickers in the bottom corner of our glasses.

We went tubing in the rain, down a slow-moving river...I still think that was really fun.

She was a year older, and man I looked up to her.

Whatever toy Reagan got, I wanted.

For Christmas after she turned 16, she got a Geo Storm, and I thought she might be the coolest person ever.

We lost touch after she got married.

I think about her all of the time, and today was no exception.

There was a small hill by our house growing up. Her Mom, Peggy, would turn the awesome 80's music up (probably Michael Jackson...because Reagan introduced me to Thriller!) in the car, and go really fast over this hill. Ya know how it makes your stomach feel...we loved it. We would giggle like we were on some fantastic roller coaster.

Guess what? I found a small hill where I live, I turn the music up really loud, and I go really fast over the hill...for my Van. Every time I do this I think of Reagan, every time I do this I hope that I am making memories for Van that will last a life time. I'm no Reagan...but I still wanna be as cool as she was.