I Was 10 When I Went To A Family Friend’s House And Met The Coolest Girl My Pre Teen Self Could’ve

I was 10 when I went to a family friend’s house and met the coolest girl my pre teen self could’ve imagined. Her room had black curtains, posters of artists I didn't even know at the time, pretty perfume bottles and lots of makeup and markers. I was amazed. She was so kind to me —teenagers are usually mean to younger kids, but she wasn’t, she answered all my questions. I wanted to know everything about her. Then I saw a weird, big-toothed figure with round crystal eyes in one of the shelves next to her closet, I don’t remember what she said about it.

Years later I found a figure just like the one I saw on the internet and of course, I thought of her.

Her memory fills me with love, not for her, but for the kid I was and my old ability to be impressed by the small, beautiful things in life.

At that moment, I would’ve killed to be like the girl I met. Now, I would kill to be that little kid.