| "Friendships" |
| senior memory book: chapter one: article |
| I had many friendships throughout my childhood, and some are still existent. My earliest friendships were with the others at my church that were around my age � Ben Mattscheck, my best friend for all my life so far, Anne Becker, one of my other lifelong friends, and Sarah Konvick, another good friend of mine for all life, although I haven�t seen her much in forever. It seemed like wherever I�d go, I�d make friends somehow. In our second apartment, I had many friends who lived in neighboring apartments. The best of these friends was Sean, who lived in the apartment below mine. We always hung out, and we always were trying out new, interesting things, up until he moved in the winter of �88. Then, we moved in June of �89, from Mt. Airy to a trailer park in Ross. I began making friends everywhere. I remember many of them � Dusty, Jimmie, Taylor, Tuffer, Missy, Angela, Levi, and many others. Dusty was one of the closest, and the first friend I made in the new neighborhood. He lived two doors up from me, and he was two years older. We hung out all the time if we were both around at the time and were allowed. If I wasn�t to be found with him, I was most likely causing trouble with Jimmie. We were constant troublemakers. One time, we decided to take on the role of vandals � there was a storage area in the back of the neighborhood where everybody would keep their extra vehicles that couldn�t fit in their driveways. Jimmie got the crazy idea that we should fill our shirts with rocks, climb the 15-ft fence surrounding the storage area, and begin hurling the stones at the windows of the vehicles. We busted out dozens of windows, and caused thousands of dollars worth of damage, before somebody finally called the cops and we were stopped. Luckily, though, his uncle was the owner of the trailer park, so we just barely managed to escape a lawsuit. Missy was my first close female friend, whom I�d met about a week after moving into the neighborhood. We�d usually hang out for a little while every day, but I�d be made fun of for associating with the cootie-infested girls, so I had to hang out with her in secret. It was through her that I met Angela, who I was best friends with for some time. I was spying on them one day when I was five (as typical boys would), and her friends got mad at her, telling her they didn�t want to be friends with her anymore. They left, and she began crying. I suddenly began feeling sorry for her, and decided to abandon my assignment to spy on them. I approached her, telling her I�d be her friend. We became great friends, and because I was friends with Missy and her other friends, I was able to repair those relationships. She was forever grateful for this, which only strengthened our bond with each other. |