Friendship in a biscuit tin
Vivianne Everett pays homage to her friend Vikki who has taught her awareness and acceptance, while celebrating a life long friendship that has stood the test of time.
VIVIANNE EVERETT (VOICEOVER): Have you ever wondered how friendships stand the test of time? While in grade five in the first two or three days, the class teacher asked, "Who would like to be Vikki's helper?" That might give me out of maths and English. I had no idea of what being Vikki's helper was about. I was a very bad speller and didn't know how to spell "spina bifida," let alone knew what it meant. One day during class, Vikki told me she had a leak in her bag and could I come and assist her. Off we went to the toilets with the biscuit tin tucked under her arm.
Vikki lived two or three suburbs away from me in Altoona with her mom, dad, and brother. She was born three months and 22 days before me. We're close in age and our outlook on life. We love to talk all day through class and still do today. As our childhood experiences grew, riding bikes, playing net ball, having our first cigarette in the backyard cubby, so did our friendship. I learned a lot of things, some medical, some social, but mostly about awareness and acceptance.
In 1986, I went off to the workforce and we didn't see each other that much. We turned 18 in 1988 and found the freedom of having a license. This made it heaps easier for both of us to get around. Our friendship grew stronger again. Our marriage brought me to the valley and some of my weekends, we would travel to one another's house to catch up, plan birthday party celebrations, and nights out. We took our first overseas trip together. Traveling with Vikki in an airport wheelchair had its perks. Vikki would say, "Stick with me, baby." We never waited in an immigration line.
28 years later, my children are an extension of our friendship. When Trent arrived, Vikki, his proud godmother, spent huge amounts of time with him, as she did with the arrival of Georgia, taking endless amounts of photos and spoiling them thoroughly. Our best friend came into my life many years ago, a friendship from a biscuit tin.