Remember what it was like to have a best friend? Do you have one now?

I’ve been thinking about best friends all of this past week. It’s also a central theme in my upcoming novel IN POLYESTER PAJAMAS. 

Best friends are awesome and there’s nothing like having one through both tough times and good times. I had a best friend all through my school years—four of them that I can remember—and sometimes I had two at a time. Let me briefly tell you about them.

My first best friend was a neighbor. We were opposites in every way. She grew up with all brothers and was rough and tough. She could belch and fart and not be embarrassed by any of it. (I tended to be more self-conscious about that sort of stuff.) When she moved away, I was 15 and I cried my eyes out. We kept in touch for a while, but it has been many years since I’ve seen or heard from her.

In fifth grade, I also became best friends with a girl that wasn’t so popular. The other girls told me that if I stayed friends with her, they would dump me. I went with my gut—she was fun to be with—so the others didn’t matter anymore. She would sleep over my house almost every weekend, and we both liked to read and make up stories. We even had plans to run away to Canada when we both turned 16. The route was mapped out and the vehicle was chosen—a blue Chevy van. By the time we got to that age, however, we weren’t best friends anymore, so our plans were forgotten.

Another best friend appeared quiet on the outside, but was wild, wild, wild! She loved scotch whiskey. I can remember her passing out on my living room floor after drinking a bottle of it. With my mother due home soon that day, I had to sober her up quick. It wasn’t easy, but I have to admit, she made life interesting. She got married early (16) and I was her maid of honor. We lost touch after that.

My last and very best friend was Donna. We were inseparable all through high school.  We shared secrets, cried on each other’s shoulder, and hung out and partied together. She introduced me to homemade spaghetti and all sorts of Italian pastries, too (yep, she’s Italian). Even though we now live miles apart and don’t get together often, I still consider her my best friend. I knew that she always wanted to be a teacher and now she is one.  She knew that I always wanted to be a writer and guess what?  Now I am one!  We may have both started our careers later in life, but we did it. WE DID IT!

I hope that you’ve enjoyed reading about my best friends today, and I hope it has made you start thinking of your own. Be sure to share a comment or two about them here if you’d like, and don’t forget to LIKE this blog if you appreciate them as much as I do.

Let’s hear it for BEST FRIENDS!

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2 Responses to BEST FRIENDS

  1. Donna Olsen says:

    You are still my best friend too – a true sister of my heart. I think that one of the hallmarks of a “best friendship” is the history that is shared, and the knowledge that through good times and bad, there is someone who will always have your back – thank you for being there for me many times. It is pretty amazing that we both had a chance at our dream jobs during the same year – I am looking forward to hopefully spending more time together and being there for each other for the second half of our lives too.

    • Cathy says:

      Thank you, Donna–true sister of my heart. Beautifully said. Yes, we will definitely spend more time together this next half of our lives. I am truly blessed for having you as my very best friend.

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