We had just moved in to our new home, and the first friend I made was you. We were seated on the ground behind moms rose bush and were admiring the ants carrying crumbs of food.
I was five and you were six .
Our households had bonded so much in a year that we started celebrating Christmas, New Year and Easter together as one single family. On Christmas Eve, we went on a long drive with your brothers, in a fully jam packed vehicle that was piled with your brothers friends, and rode around town looking at the beautiful Christmas illuminates. The car was so packed that two guys had to sit on the boot of the car.
I was six and you were seven .
You had come to my house to play. I bit your hand, because you wanted to go home but I didnt want you to leave yet. I guess I still wanted to play. As soon as I bit you, you operated home screaming. My father had to run behind you and tell your parents what happened. I believe I have had issues of letting run since I was a kid. Now it all seems so hilarious in retrospect. The funniest component was, you came back home after three or four hours with chips and cookies just for me, and everything was forgotten and forgiven by then and we started playing again.
I was seven and you were eight .
Our parents decided to send us to the same school. We wrote the admission test together but in the end, you ended up going to a different school. Every weekend, you would come home with your situated of Barbie dolls quite early in the morning and right after breakfast. I was a late riser back then too. You would wake me up saying, Hey, Im here. Lets play Barbie. And do you recollect, you cut your Barbies nice long Rapunzel locks thinking that the hair will grow back? You were so disappointed when the hair didnt grow back after weeks. A memory I still recall to this day when I assure a Barbie. Your home had become my second home and vice versa. We both would have lunch and dinner at one another homes like it was our own home. At times, youd come with your extra clothes and my mom would bathe us together. We were like a family.
I was eight and you were nine .
Even my little sister had started growing fond of you. Sometimes as a kid, I used to wonder if she loved you more than me. We used to go for Christmas carols every night along with the church choir. During a carol visit to a home, the owner offered both of us candies. We took the candies but never feed it because we thought he might just poison us and kidnap us. How silly of us! The man was only trying to be sweet and obviously had no intentions of kidnapping us. We also started becoming more interested in clothes, and shoes, and accessories. We even bought the same pair of shoes for Christmas. We wore the same shoe for Christmas party and I guess we looked like twins, wearing the same shoe and similar kind of dress. Two dames strolled up to us and asked us if we were sisters. To which we replied with an excited,. We were just two young girls, unaware of a lot of cruel things in the world, and naively believing that we were soul sisters.
I was nine and you were ten .
By then, our friend circle also started growing. We had a group of eight to ten friends, and all of us would expend our summer and winter vacations together. Wed have picnics of our own, wed climbing trees, marriage build sandcastles, wed stargaze, wed hunt for fossils and bones, marriage birdwatch and we even had a proper funeral for a sparrow that we found injured on the pavement. Wed often play hide and seek. Other periods, marriage divide the group of friends into two and play seven stones. Our bathing sessions together stopped. But we would still stand near the bathroom doorway and talk while one of us is having a wash.
I was ten and you were eleven .
We would spend most of our time building houses of Legos. You had a weird attraction towards the yellow Lego blocks- you always wanted the yellow blocks for yourself, God knows why. When were not constructing houses of Lego, marriage ride cycles in the neighborhood. I would have to sit on the passengers seat as I didnt know how to ride a cycle. When I first got my cycle and started learning from my cousin, I supposed Id never be able to ride like you. Do you recollect how you fooled me to ride without the training wheels? I was just learning, and you forced me to remove the training wheels and asked me to ride down a slope, insuring me that youll hold the cycle from the back. I was scared of getting injured but I rode down hope and believing that youll hold the cycle. You never did. All I remember was me and the cycle going very quickly down the slope, and successfully without me losing balance and falling off. You were chuckling on top and were calling, You did it! See, I knew you could do it. You were just scared unnecessarily. You had fooled me but your trick helped me gain confidence in riding. So, I believe I should credit you as the one who taught me how to ride a cycle.
I was eleven and you were twelve .
We stopped peeping into each others bath hour and wed have a clean with the doors shut. We started growing up and started get conscious of our bodies. This was also the year when we first got a glimpse of porn accidentally. We were scarred and shocked after watching it. You were a wild child, always being the daredevil and thrill seeker. I, on the other hand, was this cautious little guarded girl. We expended most of our days in front of the television, watching, and, and other demonstrates like that. I never liked watching horror demonstrates but you forced me to watch indicates like and along with you.
I was twelve and you were thirteen .
I cant pinpoint the exact moment when we stopped being friends, but this was the age when everything changed. Your dad passed away and you had to shift to your aunts place. The distance separated us and we barely saw each other.
Your dad mean the world for you. With distance and hour, we started floating apart. We started having different best friends.
I am twenty and youre twenty-one .
I know nothing about you now. Youre simply a constant character in my memories. For a long time, I tried to remain in contact with you but as years passed, we just grew apart more and more. We werent there for the days we said we would be by one another side. You werent there for me when my first actual sorrow violated me apart and resulted me into depression. I wasnt there to experience the ups and downs of their own lives. And we wont be there as each others bridesmaids later on.
Maybe too much period has passed and we wont have anything in common anymore.
The sadness and heartache of losing a childhood best friend has disappeared long ago and the void “youve left” has been filled by someone else. But there are days when Im “re going through” my collect of children items, and I come across an old happy picture of us, two girls without a care in the world and altogether ignorant of everything.
Maybe, growing up means growing apart and the memories are the only ones that is still etched in the heart eternally.
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