Rachel is the kind of person that makes me feel old. She doesn't do it by choice, it's just the sheer fact that I have known her all her life. I have memories of bathing her when she was a baby and memories of us playing in her cubby house. Distance means that I don't have many memories of her as an adult, and in fact none of her as a Mum.
The strongest memory I have of Rachel and I was when we were living in the same town. I was spending the day at Rachel's house and was always jealous of the gadgets in my aunt's kitchen. There was a milkshake maker, a soda stream and a dancing flower. On this particular day the milkshake maker caught my eye. I asked my aunt and uncle if we could have a milkshake and they said "of course". The next thing I knew Rachel and I were drinking a milkshake and my uncle was gobsmacked that I had managed to get Rachel to drink milk. Unbeknown to me it was something my aunt and uncle had been trying to do for months!
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