Who am I

Growing up

Ages 10-12
My mother, her Girlfriend and I moved around a bit until we finally settled into a house in Dinison Texas where we stayed awhile. My elementary school was okay, I had a few friends there that I'd play with. We would play with dolls, ride around on bikes and sometimes I'd visit an old lady who lived behind us. She was sweet, about 82 years old and I'd help her clean every once and awhile, I considered her as my best friend. Down the street lived another woman, I cant remember how I met her but we would go pick peaches and make jelly together. I mostly watched TV tho. That's when I met one of her family members, the girl was about two years younger than me an we would play together everytime she'd visit. My middle school year finally started and the first few weeks where normal just like any other, but the girl I played with many times had started going to that school. She ran to me saying my name and hugged me tightly, but I couldn't remember who she was, I had never seen her before or heard her name for as much as I could remember, even tho we played many times together. I went along with it through the school year, accepting her as a friend but still wondered who she was, and if I actually knew her or no. My grades where normal and so was my social life but things got harder and harder to remember throughout the year. Towards the end of the 4th grade year I finally found out who the girl was, feeling terrible I had forgotten her, we where inseparable from there on out. Eventually my mom and along with her Girlfriend moved down a few houses, and that's when my friend and her mother moved into the house we had just left. I remember being so excited I'd get to be closer to my friend. By that time the old woman had moved out from behind us, I wasnt sure why she was gone, but she gave me a doll before leaving and told me to take care of her. I never saw or heard the woman since. My friend and I would run to each others houses, going back and forth playing with each other everyday all summer break. Until it was time for school again. Going into 4th grade we giggled, passed notes and had crushed on boys, messing around and making new friends. That's when I first began to notice change. Towards others, my parents and friends. Time just seemed to continue without me, leaving me feeling lonely then slowly but surely slipping into depression. I began to cut myself from others, only spending time with my one friend I had forgotten a year ago. My hobbies changing darasticly from choir and band to video games, locking myself away from everyone little by little. Eventually we had moved again and I knew eventually my friend and I would go our separate ways. And we did.