Yesterday, I was sitting with Bora and Asilcan discussing our oldest memories.
"Wait a second. Zeynep, how long have we been friends?" Bora asked.
And the three of us started counting on our fingers. Nine years. I met Bora and Asilcan nine years ago. I am nineteen now, so to me thats a pretty big chunck of time.
"Oh man! Has it been that long? How did the time go by?" then Bora turned to Asilcan, "That only means that you and I have been friends for even longer!"
Looking like men, they laughed like boys.
Lately, I have been thinking of the time I have spent here. This summer will likely be the last one that I spend here for an extensive period of time. We've all outgrown these neighborhoods. We've had our childish fun and are ready to move on.
Every year I would look forward the freedom of summer. Lawless, reckless, and retarded summers. Its something I never got to experience in the suburbs.
So we reminisce. These are somethings that I have/havent been apart of since our group has formed...
- Being thirteen (without licenses), outrunning the cops in my friend's father's moped from steep cobble-stoned backstreets.
- Being fourteen, getting drunk, and jumping in a pool with all my clothes on.
- Bora drunkenly crashing the set of a show filming here. He stopped the filming and attempted hitting on the star of the show.
- Bora climbing on the roof of the tinytiny mini-mart (basically a hut) to retrieve a soccer ball and having the owner throw potatoes at him (potatoes?!.. how foreign)
- Going to a swanky club and my friend drunkenly climb the tree inside and jumping off.
- Grown men in their earlier 20s playing drunken hide and seek in an abandoned home.
- Going out on a broken paddle boat fit for 4 people.. We took 9. Got stuck at sea.
- Baby lamb intenstines at 4 in the morn.... Mhmmmmmm
- 4 idiots in 2 cars racing. Asilcan's car flipped 4 times.
......... And so many other things I cant think of.
These mostly root from the lack of law here.
Good run. See you later Ayvalik.
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