i'd sometimes wondered if my memories of childhood and los angeles were a bit romanticized. swimming pools, ladybugs, palm trees and bougainvillea, big wide streets and bright sunny days... but a trip this past weekend proved i really did grow up in a bit of a magical place.
the city has such a different feel to new york. or anywhere else for that matter. i always thought that car dependency was a major downside to living in los angeles, but maybe it's not so bad if you can drive through palm trees instead of dodging bicycles and jay-walking new yorkers?
the highlight was meeting up with my friend jen from elementary school. she hadn't changed much, despite the 20 years and having two children. pam, another classmate who lived a block away, joined us and we all reminisced about our old school teachers and wondered what happened to the mean girls who ruled over the playground with their scary glances and shrugs of disapproval... ahh, so maybe growing up wasn't that easy. but they were still amazingly good times.