The First Time I Met My Best Friend

The first time I met my best friend was when my family moved to the house next to us in 2007. I lived in this house since I was born There are a lot of neighbors in front of her, but I have no children. When I first meet her I will be a friend.

When the school started Caitlin, I held handshake, signs and secret words. Kaitlin's sister, Thalia, also goes out with us and my sister, Georgia. Thalia is a little older but is still one of us

In the summer I swim in the pool and sunbathe under the sun. In winter you can enjoy hot chocolate with the warmth of firewood. We suddenly left Caitlin in 2010 and suddenly liked to stay overnight and to swim. Even though she never went to the same school, she seems to disappear forever. My friends have more time to spend together

In 2011, Georgia and I moved the school to the elementary school in the north, but it was difficult for Caitlin to remember that we were crying in the bushes and remembering them all the time while staying together. This movement means I can not go to see her everyday and I have to make new friends at my new school.

In 2013, I went to high school and she did it, but still we meet each other as much as possible and keep in touch with each other This is another friendship, but this is friendship.

Life is very strange. I did not expect to consider my temporary enemy, my "best friend". It was my sixth grade that I met my best friend for the first time. We are all playing with the same youth basketball team. We are all arrogant and annoying children who believe the world is revolving around us. With so many individualities, problems have to happen. We are making fun of each other, and occasionally there is a mess. - In any situation, families are gatherings of people who love, respect and care for each other. Families are not limited to people who are related to you or married people, but can include friends, acquaintances, etc.

When I was six years old, my family moved to Switzerland where I met my first best friend. By default, we are the best friends. There are only two or three children of two Americans, her parents know me. In the afternoon I explored the loft of my rental housing with Gothic curiosity. We drama for our family, speak English at lunch, celebrate American Thanksgiving, talk about ghosts, and eat mother Tiramisu. I remembered this friendship carefully for the first time over the years and I really would like to put it in a completely healthy light. This is the best friendship, the lack of fully developed sexual activity, the secret intimacy of teens and girls' secrets. But then I remember that dark winter afternoon we took the toilet out of the second floor toilet and forked it carefully. I can see the cutlery pattern yet