My first memory was of my sister's tenth birthday. It was a beauiful sunny day and our grandparents were there for a visit. We had put balloons all over her room while she was sleeping and in the dining room by the corner shelf a peice of printer paper was tacked on the wall next to the door. This may have been a dream, I'm not really sure as I was three years old. Outside Kaylee, my sister, and her friends were having running races in the front yard. Lacy and I decided to go and run, too... Be with the big girls.
Lacy was my very best friend in the whole world. We are 6 months and 1 day apart, and we met when I was two weeks old. She had wavy brown hair, brown eyes, and a cute squishy nose. She lives right behind my house so our backyards are only separated by a fence with a gate in the middle. We were so connected that she pretty much lived at my house.
We did have frequent (weekly) fights, usually about something silly like who's going to who's for the sleepover that only last for a few hours. I remember we were standing on my trampoline facing my house looking at our shadows. She told me to primise that I would never start a fight again. I did primise, but I knew that it was always Lacy who started them.
When Lacy turned four and I was still three, I asked her if we could still be friends even though we were different ages. She just laughed and said, 'Of course!' I had to start going to pre-school because Lacy's mom, Sam, had to go to work during the day. Lacy got to stay home with her older sister.
At the meet-n'-greet for kindergarden, they were planning for us to go into two different class rooms, but thankfully they changed their minds. In this class what I didn't know was that my future best friend was there the whole time and I never knew it.
In first grade Lacy got put in a different class. In this class she met her future best friend, but they bacame friends.
Her name was Areis. Lacy never forgot about me, we just invited Areis so then we had a little trio. Not a very good idea.
Areis and Lacy got in freaquent (daily) heated fights and always somehiw pulled me in to pick sides, which I tried not to do. Their fights led to counseling, but that wasnt the end of it. This also went on through second grade.
