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Good Friends. . . .In kindergarten my idea of a good friend was the little boy
that set next to me during recess time and said my panties were pretty.
In first grade my idea of a good friend was the boy across the street
that had big plans of having his own band. He would get us all together
on my Dad?s flat bed trailer and make us all perform, Donald was the lead singer of course.
In second grade my idea of a good friend was still Donald, across the street
but this time he was helping Steve, the boy next door figure out how to steal a kiss from me.
In third grade my idea of a good friend was still Donald, whom I trusted to prick my finger
so he could mix our blood and we would then be a ?blood brother and sister? for the rest of our lives.
In the fourth grade my idea of a good friend was a little dark haired girl who never gave up,
and finally got me to talk to her by asking me where I got my pretty dress (hand made of course).
In the fifth grade my idea of a good friend was Suzanne, that little dark haired girl that never gave up or stopped talking.
She also stood right beside me and stuck up for me when I got in trouble for standing on the front yard of the ?old haunted house?
that belonged to ?the witch that hung cat eyes in her windows?, as I was trying to convince my boyfriend, Joey
that we would get into trouble and shouldn?t be in the yard of this old lady. (The little red headed boy, Joey left me to get in trouble
for what he had done - Suzanne never left my side and even endured my punishment of guarding the ?haunted house? after school
and turning in names of those that didn?t adhere to school rules to Mrs. Gordon. (RIP - Mrs. Gordon recently passed away).
In the sixth grade my idea of a good friend was still Suzanne, who talked me into signing up for the school paper.
I had to move away to Johnsondale leaving my best and only friend behind, but she promised to write (ha! ha!).
In the seventh grade my idea of a good friend was still Suzanne, whom promised to write -
but I only got one letter from her to my three letters to her.
In the eighth grade my idea of a good friend was still Suzanne, whom I missed terribly
as she told me she would be waiting at the High School back in our home town so she could show me around the school.
In the ninth grade my idea of a good friend was still Suzanne, who did indeed wait for me to show up at High School,
but the only thing I can recall is how her chin fell to the ground as she told me how large my chest had grown
(She used to brag to me about her?s before I left in the 6th grade).
In the tenth grade my idea of a good friend was my boyfriend, David
who would have done most anything to see me happy.
In the eleventh grade my idea of a good friend no longer existed.
I was jealous of all the friends in Suzanne?s life and how they stole my place over the past few years.
I was heart broken that my boyfriend, David left my side because I tried to protect him from my mother -
he couldn?t understand without me filling in ALL the details.
In the twelfth grade my idea of a good friend was my new husband.
At graduation my idea of a good friend was still my new husband as I walked in front of the crowd
to get my diploma so my future children couldn?t tell me I had given up -
as we traded our first born mid way so he could also be given his diploma,
because none of our families thought this occasion was important enough to attend.
The summer after twelfth grade my idea of a good friend was my husband?s sister, Merri
who stepped in and helped us move to another house - even cleaning my daughter?s disgusting cloth diapers,
because I was running a fever from having breast milk blocked up and made me no help to them what so ever.
In the year 1998 my idea of a good friend again no longer existed because I had made mistakes I could not forgive myself for
because I went out and did the things I had been accused of by those I thought were my best friends,
those I thought would always stand up for me, but didn't.
Now, my idea of a good friend is the person that has believed in me when no one else would, holds my hand when I am scared,
listens to me as I speak of times I thought I had forgotten, helps me to put the past behind me, but still understands
there are times I still need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with me so that I have confidence,
goes out of his way to give me things he knows I really want, helps me become a better person who I can like, but most of all loves me.
I want those few people that I have considered my friends over my lifetime to know you were chosen with great care.
You have never left my mind, nor will you ever leave my mind or my heart. I had very few friends in my lifetime,
but the friends I have and have made are the ?cream of the crop?. I wouldn?t trade any of you for anything.
Property of Joy Elaine -- July 2010
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