…..and it’s not just because I got to draw or paint for forty minutes, three days a week and for almost two hours one day a week.  And while I could just expound on that fact alone, there were far too many moments of sheer and utter delight that occurred in that class for me to consciously limit myself to just one.
There’s a reason for that.
It’s because I got to spend that time with three of the best friends a person could ask for.
We laughed and cracked jokes while we painted. It was in this third period art class that I began writing a short story about a true life adventure, that really, actually, never happened (but should have). That short story led to more wacky adventures and even a theme song (The Lion Sleeps Tonight), and with lyrics that were specific to us.  And during this class, there was an incident involving an oil painting left to dry that wound its way into one of those stories. 
Before I had even graduated high school, I had a general outline of what happened and how and who the supporting players were (because obviously, my friends and I were the leads). Music from the Fifties played a huge part in determining mood and there was a sense of hilarity and whimsy throughout. The stories covered our years from the seventh grade until senior year in high school, with side trips into summer school.
And that’s pretty much where I thought those stories ended.
So imagine my surprise when, fifteen years after graduation, I went through those stories and realized that they had more to tell as grown ups. Having two different series involving the same characters at different points in their lives is an interesting experience. Especially since I had laid the groundwork without realizing it in the earlier stories. 
As I write this post, my thoughts are turning to those stories. I wrote them because we had so much fun coming up with things to do that we never actually did (like stealing a mannequin from the local department store and chasing it all over town because we had put roller skates on it). I continued writing them and working out the timelines, characters and incidents for the better part of my life, more so than any other writing project.
These stories are important to me in a way that my Novel Now Finished and my Ancient Greek Comedy are not.
When I write these stories, things have a strange way of coming true, if not in the actual how, then in the actual what. On more than one occasion, I noticed that many similarities happened in the lives of the fictional us and the real us as we grew up. An example would be that, five or six years after graduation, one of us ended up working in that very department store we’d plotted to steal the mannequin from.
Part of her job description? Carry a mannequin from one store to the other for display purposes. 
These stories carry a certain weight and responsibility for me and they need to be written just right. They were a gift from my friends and I want to do right by them – both the stories and my friends. Thus was born The Hey! No Problem! Gang.
And it all happened in third period art class.
 Well, okay, that was pretty much in the top five of excellent reasons.
 With much apologies to the Tokens.
 It’s easier to tell in person, complete with re-enactments and dramatic music.
 I’m still trying to shape into a cohesive narrative.
 True story.