My Best Friend Essay

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My Best Friend My best friend is someone I’ve known since my childhood. I can almost hear her thoughts and finish her sentences. I was four (4) years old that summer. My dad was practicing with me how to ride my bike without training wheels. The sun was shining. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face and the warm embrace of love from my father. As I rounded that last city block corner on my bike, I turned to glance at my dad. He was no longer there. I fell of my bike. I noticed a little girl standing in a driveway. Her name was Jill. We had a lot in common and from that day on we spent as much time together as we could. As I sit here listening to my hands type on my computer. I can’t help but smile, reminiscing is energizing. Some of my favorite memories are from times I have spent with Jill. I remember as young children Jill had a Strawberry Shortcake doll that actually had a scent of strawberry that you could almost taste the sweetness. I wanted to have a doll that was just like hers. Strange? Maybe, but somehow Jill was a big influence on me during my childhood. We had secret handshakes, a shoebox full of notes from each other, many drawings, photographs and picture books. We shared a secret code language on paper that only we could decipher. Having these special things that we shared between us made me feel joy. My favorite was our clubhouse out in the woods. We could yell out loud and listen to the echo. Being young and silly we did this over and over using many funny words. Jill and I always had vivid imaginations. If we could think it, we made it real so we could touch it, feel it, and play out our thoughts. Nature was always something we had a common interest in. As we grew older we shared many adventures. Hearing the sounds of nature I believe is one of our favorite things to share. Canoeing down the St. Croix

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