Childhood friendship stays
In my youth when I was about 5 or 6 I lived with my grandma. A girl named Allie lived across the street, she was going out to get the mail for her grandma one day, and I was in my bedroom window facing right where her mailbox was. I waved at her, and she looked up and waved at me back. I called my grandma in there to show her that there was a girl across the street that was about the same age as me. Later that night I went to my grandma and my grandpa at the dinner table I had just finished dinner and asked them if I could go play with her the next day. Since my grandma didn’t really know much about her, she told me she would think about it. As the next day arrived, I asked my grandma again and he said yes, she walked me over across the street and we knocked at her door. Her and her grandma answered the door, and I asked if I could come in and play with her, her grandma agreed and so my grandma and Allies grandma sat and talked in the living room. Allie and I swam and hung out that whole summer. We both rode the same bus as school came back around, although Allie was in a lower grade than me that didn’t change the fact that we hung out almost every day even if it was a school night. We would sit and talk and hangout until the streetlights would come on, as my grandma would say. We would argue every once and awhile and sometimes would be petty enough to stop being friends, but we would always find our way back to each other even if one of us were still angry we never betrayed each other. We were always there for each other and even after 12 years of friendship we still have each other’s back through everything and correct each other on the wrongs we make. Allie is my childhood best friend who showed me the first true best friend love.