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LomoPeople: Holly Wood

An anecdotal story of a girl, who has the unfortunate burden of sharing a name with California's most-iconic city, her neighbor, and their relationship.

Holly and I were neighbors from fourth grade through eighth grade.

I remember very vividly a conversation between my mother and I when I was eight. We were in her car waiting for Holly so my mother could take us to school and I said to her, “I don’t want to take Holly to school anymore.” My mother inquires. “She’s weird and smells like strawberry lip gloss.” Of course a prepubescent boy would have the mentality that girls were weird because they smelled sweet. Much to my dismay, my mother continued to give her a ride, I continued to feel uncomfortable in her awkward-girlish presence, and Holly continued being herself.

Holly and I would spend the greater part of four years merely exchanging hellos and waving across our apartments. In an ironic turn of events, it wasn’t until I moved across town at the start of high school we began a friendship that, to this day, presents a very-real feeling of kinship. From acquaintance to affinity, we have since spent 11 years sharing inside jokes, secrets, desires, day-to-day lives, and everything else. Now, in college, we live states apart. I miss her dearly and am always eager for our biannual reunion.

written by realmustache


  1. hervinsyah


    Your story remind me of my neighborhood girl back in my elementary school era. The different is she's my first love (and first kiss =). After ten years we meet again. She turn into God Damn Gorgeous Beautiful Girl. Sadly it's our last meet & we lost contact since =(

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  2. realmustache


    @hervinsyah that's unfortunate to hear. at least you have your memories of her :) i remember my first kiss like it was yesterday

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