Around my neighborhood there were never kids my age. My sister used to hang out with two boys down the street but I was usually excluded from whatever they were doing because of my age. I was the youngest in my class also so kids, being kids didn't want to hang out with someone younger it wasn't cool for a seven year old to hang out with a six year old. My elementary school did fund raisers, things like selling cookie dough, or chocolate bars, so my mom would walk me around to sell to our neighbors. When we arrived at a house that was just across the street and around the
corner form mine, a tallish woman with a dark blond shade of hair and her long dark haired crying daughter, who looked about my age answered the door. When I asked her mom why she was crying she said "her daddy didn't kiss her good bye". After our moms talked for a little while and the girl who looked my age and I stood next to each other in near silence for a while, a play date was scheduled. My mom wrote down her name on a
piece of paper and the number on her house so when I walked over to hang out with
Breana for the first time I wouldn't get lost.
When I rang the door bell I heard yelling between her bothers before a older boy who made me nervous answered the door.
Breana and I just kept finding out that we had more and more things in common after the first day we hung out. Her house set up was the same as mine and her room was in the same place, we both had a dog and loved fruit roll ups. We went to a summer camp together that summer and singed up for all the same camp activities, we were inseparable. summers were also full of lemonade stands and riding around the block on scooters finding different places to sit and talk about what we wanted to do when we grew up and things we were determined to do even if people thought we couldn't, while we balled up fruit roll ups and shoved them in our mouths.
In the fall a plant we called sour grass grew and we would pick it and make salads that only a mother who loved her child would pretend to eat and long cold days planing house inside and staying up all night. I saw my first scary movie with her, I will never forget it, "My Teacher Ate My Homework", a story about a demonic doll that haunted us for two weeks.
I'll never forget the day she told me she was moving. I walked to her house to give her back a lemonade pitcher and boxes were everywhere, she moved to Morgen hill and moved to a school called Paradise. We
tried to have enough lemonade stands to earn enough money so that we could buy a house and stay their together and frequently talked on the phone about it, until the house we wanted to buy was sold. We slowly stopped hanging out, and when middle school hit i started seeing her one a year every summer in small town called
Groveland. I still see her sometimes when our mos
decided to go on a vacation hiking trip together leaving us to talk, but nothing can beat the amazing times we had when we were young kids, never fighting,and always dreaming, I still cant forget her birthday or ever secret she told me.
