Personal Essay: “A story about friendship”

Up until the day I started school, friendship and friends were things that just happened.

Like any toddler I had my playmates and within days of moving to a new town, just months before the birth of my brothers I had made friends with a girl that lived just a few houses away. It was an easy time, where I could just go along with what my friend and her older sister planned for us. I might have been delegated supporting roles in the games we played, but I remember enjoying it. The structure and knowing who I could trust and spend time with was a comfort.

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