Second Grade. I'm wearing a blue, button-up blouse with flowers on it and sitting next to a brown haired little girl with a buggin nose and puppy dog eyes, who is sitting next to a chubby, outspoken little boy. I crack a joke about my blouse to both of them, and the girl realizes she'd rather talk to me than the boy on her other side.
I was the lucky one that day.
3 years later. I'm best friends with said brown haired little girl, and she's still little. We play tetherball at recess. We sit next to each other during silent reading time. We have sleepovers and think we are cool because we are still eating fruit roll-ups till midnight! We are in the same group for Math Quest Fridays. She is polite, quaint, cute, smart, and feisty.
For my birthday, everyone else got me regular things their moms pulled out of the birthday box ten minutes before they left. She got me a book and bookmarks. After I opened it, my mom said, "You will be friends with Regan Goodman for a long time"
7 years later. I'm still best friends with Regan Goodman, even though we have quite gone our separate paths. Regan is still polite, quaint, cute, smart, and feisty, and now she is also independent, wise, funny, good natured and full of all kinds of potential to be even more! I do feel as if we will always have a bond. Something about chubby boys, tetherballs and bookmarks does that to you.
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