memories
I was just reading some of my old posts and I used to write so much about my friends. This was the saddest one that i read because one of my old friends said this reminded them of me. I wish i was still that person, but we both went down different paths. This story now reminds me of her. I WISH THAT THIS STORY STILL REMINDED HER OF ME TO!
In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you
have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.
In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the
bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary
halls.
In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person w! ho helped
you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their
lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.
In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing
to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck
do-si -do-ing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan.
In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on
the back of the bus for you.
In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick
or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if
they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.
In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy
the social studie! s homework from the night before that you had.
In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you
pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn't laugh at you
when you finished and broke out into tears.
In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to
a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only
freshman there.
In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed
their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.
In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you
rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be
grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found
you a date to the pr om.
In twelfth grade! your idea of a good friend was the person who helped
you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into
that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were
having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go...
At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on
the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they
congratulated you.
The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the !
person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you
sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents,
assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back
together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for
university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes
at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those
last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance
that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years,
and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.
Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the
better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you
figh! t off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at
times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten,
helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold
on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence,
goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your
mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when
they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly
loves you!
In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you
have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.
In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the
bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary
halls.
In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person w! ho helped
you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their
lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.
In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing
to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck
do-si -do-ing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan.
In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on
the back of the bus for you.
In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick
or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if
they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.
In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy
the social studie! s homework from the night before that you had.
In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you
pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn't laugh at you
when you finished and broke out into tears.
In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to
a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only
freshman there.
In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed
their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.
In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you
rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be
grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found
you a date to the pr om.
In twelfth grade! your idea of a good friend was the person who helped
you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into
that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were
having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go...
At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on
the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they
congratulated you.
The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the !
person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you
sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents,
assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back
together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for
university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes
at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those
last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance
that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years,
and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.
Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the
better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you
figh! t off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at
times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten,
helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold
on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence,
goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your
mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when
they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly
loves you!