Monday, March 1, 2010
#76 leaving
Looking at my best friend slipping slowly away I felt a tear fall down the side of my face and hit the pavement. I waved my hand frantically as her face got to blurry to make out. Slowly putting my hand back down to my side I looked up to see if my mom was still standing beside me. It seemed like an eternity as they loaded up their car for their long trip ahead. Standing there in the sunshine I could not have felt more alone! Normally I would have loved to be playing out in the beautiful rweather. I would love to play on my trampoline, and swing on the swing set in my backyard. Nw it would never bee the same again. Playing without kristina just would not be as much fun. I wondered if I would ever find a friend as good as her ever again. Kristina was my best friend in the whole world. She was the one that I would play barbie dolls with for hours, and roast marshmallows with by the fireplace. She was not moving to far away. It was about an hour drive from her new place to mine. Not a long drive at all if you have a car and are old enough to drive. Us, however, were only in 4th grade. I begged my parents many time to take me to go visit her. They took me several times right at first, but then they were too busy to take the long trip. So our time together became very limited. We started to write notes back and forth to each other to keep up. We did not want to miss any details in each other's lifes. Several years of us writing several letter a week slowly faded off and after some time I lost track of her over the years. I will always have wonderful memories of my first best friend to remember forever.
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Great details, Heide. This tore at my heart.
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