This wasn’t the only time Sandy and I boarded the wrong bus, which makes the bonehead move even more humiliating. The “best friends again” reference at the end of this entry suggests Sandy and I settled some temporary tiff. Usually, the problem was something dumb and juvenile like me getting jealous that Sandy was better friends with someone else than me.
“The Exorcist” was far in the future; consequently, Ouija boards did not have the satanic reputation they’d later acquire. We didn’t play with the Ouija a lot. It spooked us. We were obsessed with the future, though. How would our lives turn out? Would the guy we currently crushed on call?
Personally, I still prefer to get a jump on the future if possible. I seek out internet spoilers. I read the end of novels before I get to the middle. My children hate this and beg me not to tell them what happens. They don’t want to ruin “the surprise”.
Sometimes I wonder if they’re really my children.