My Friend, My Eye, and I
My Friend, My Eye, and I I took dance with my best friend who just so happened to live right next to me, and my friend's mom would drive us to dance every day. The car always smelled of stinky feet because all of us would kick our shoes off whenever we got in the car after running around all day. It was always really hot in the car too, because we were packed in there like sardines. But, before we went to dance, we would always go through a drive-thru to fuel are busybodies. It ranged from Wendy's, to Taco Bell, to McDonald's. The car ride was about 30 minutes long and since this was before every 10-year-old had an iPhone, we had to entertain ourselves. Our placement in the car was important; my friend and I would sit in the very back of her mom's big black Tahoe. Then my sister and my friend’s brother would sit in the middle, and her oldest brother would sit in the front seat. We sat in these exact seats every week, which looking back now, it might have