11 years old. 5th grade dance. Before boy crazy completely sets in and goofiness gets packed up with the barbie dolls. 11 is when you have a best friend. That girl is the person you just HAVE to talk to about every single thing that happens to you. I miss that time.
This is the scene in my house tomorrow. Dresses have been picked out and sleeping backs packed for the after party. Have to stay up all night giggling over the evening's events.