The Day I Met My Best Friend Essay

It is a camp, home, restaurant, and petting zoo all in one. It is the one place where I know I will always be welcome. I lived there for seven years and I would not change that even if I could. This is where I met my best friends, planned my future, developed my love for dogs and my love for cooking. It may be just a house to passersby, but it is a home to many. Auntie Trudy, who in actuality is not related to us. She is a teacher at the school we attended in Barbados and according to the culture, we referred to adults as Uncle and Auntie. She soon became a close family friend. Every day after school, my sister and I spent our time at her house, which had statuettes in every possible crevice. We were surrounded by four generations of her family, our family. While waiting for our mother to be released from work, we had an abundance of options for what we could do. My favorite option was sitting in Auntie Trudy’s bedroom, which we had littered with toys and stuffed animals, and watch television. We could also play with the dogs in the backyard, play in the front yard with her children, Johan and Truneal, or even entertain ourselves with the tortoise that she owned. During dinner time my sister and I would sit with the family and eat a meal that was prepared by Gran, Auntie Trudy’s mother. Although several may think that her house

When I first met him he was 14 and I was 2. When everyone else would make fun of me for being clumsy, he was the only one that never made fun of me. My clumsiness led to him giving me the nickname Murphy, which is taken from Murphy’s Law where it states, “if anything can go wrong, it will.” We shared many memories in and outside of this house. Although he is only twelve years older than me, he was my father figure while I lived in Barbados because my dad still worked in America. Right outside this house is where my best friend, Johan, introduced me to his friends as his