Grade school sleepovers are the first travel holidays for most of us. It’s the first time we get to pack a bag, and there’s something special about knowing you’re walking around with an entirely different costume for the next morning (or that night, if one should accidentally fall in a giant puddle of mud). I’d even dutifully pack my toothbrush, even though I knew I’d never use it unless my friend’s mom was as persistent as mine in checking for moisture on the bristles.
I remember spending the night at the Lynch family house, a magical world where children were allowed to stay up past 10 o’clock and eat brownies all night (at least, that’s what we did when we stayed over). We’d pull out the “Welcome Back Kotter” board game and play for hours in those days before the internet when one could spend more time on a TV show’s board game than actually watching the show.