SOL 3: Laughter

             And that’s when we all start laughing. We are laughing so hard that we can’t breathe. Laughing so hard that half of us are coughing and half of us have the hiccups and there is that one person who is somewhere in between. And let me tell you, this is not the first time. It’s happens every so often around 12-something on one of those school days. Typically not the cold ones either because then we are too busy focusing on how cold we are and how cold the tables are and how cold our food is and how cold our friends are and how we are all so focused on being cold that we don’t really talk. That is unless we are creating a beautiful rainbow using our hands which somehow turn some very strange colors. Then we laugh like we do when it’s warm. But anyway, I love lunch with my friends. We somehow always find a way to talk about the strangest things. We have talked about the death of someone’s hamster which is somehow hysterical and the pronunciation of “bro” after hearing the word from a nearby table. We have waved to the little kids in primary and done a sun dance. We always “borrow” food from each other, we always talk about weird things and we always laugh. We laugh when it’s cold and we laugh when it’s warm. And sometimes we laugh when things aren’t even funny. Because sometimes it’s not about what someone says. That’s not what our friendship is. Sometimes, we just think about how long or short we’ve known each other and how well we get along and how we wouldn’t want to let this go. And sometimes, that’s what makes us smile.