Cindy: Friendships Take Time

Her name was Feather. She had huge blue eyes and wavy black hair, and she was my first best friend. My sister informed me that her name was actually Heather, but I thought Feather was a far more exotic and suitable name for my flighty friend. She lived two houses down from us on Spokane’s South Hill. We’d climb over the fences separating our backyards and spend hours on swing sets or listening to 45s on my new record player or baking cakes in our Easy-Bake Ovens. When you’re a kid, friendships are born of proximity. You find friends in your neighborhood, in your classroom or in your after-school activities/ Cindy Hval , SR Front Porch. More here.

DFO: My best friend through most of high school was an all-northern California middle linebacker. He was tough as nails. And crude. But some how we hit it off. I lived with his family part of my senior year in high school after my family moved and I blew up my car. Our paths began to part after he got a girl pregnant and married her. Three’s a crowd. I didn’t find out until years later that he’d died at age 50 in the Tri-Cities. We had some great times together.

Question: Describe your best friend from childhood.