What Is My Best Friend Essay

Best Friend…Forever

When I was five years old, I used to have a best friend.

We would play in the large meadow behind her house every day in the sunny afternoon. We would spend the entire day together – we would eat together, nap together, play together, bathe together and dance together. We did everything together. We went to the same preschool and were in the same classes.

When I was nine years old, I used to have a best friend.

We were together every year since the beginning of school, but now she had to leave me. Her father got a promotion in his job which meant he had to move away. The day before she left, we went to our special place in the meadow and we carved our names on the biggest tree that we could find.

When I was thirteen years

Our memories were buried deep within me. I was busy with life in college and wouldn’t think about her, but at night, while sleeping, our time together would always flash before my eyes.

When I was sixty years old, I used to have a best friend.

I had three successful children and I was already seeing my beautiful grandchildren. They would come over to hear the stories of my good old days, and of the two princess sisters who lived in a faraway land. There once were two beautiful princesses in a kingdom and were the best of friends and would do everything together. One day, the evil prince from the neighbouring kingdom kidnapped one of the sisters. She was gone. No one knew of her existence. The kids always loved the story but were anxious to know how it ends. So, I told them.

When I was eighty-four years old, I used to have a best friend.

I went to the meadow to celebrate my fiftieth anniversary with my wonderful and loving husband. He said I could go anywhere I wished and when I told him about my special meadow, he smiled. As I stepped into the wet grass of the meadow, I remembered my time with her and I felt like I was young again. I saw the big tree and traced the names imprinted on the wood. And I was