Friends...and what it means to have them...
Friends...and what it means to have them... Growing up I found myself ALWAYS obsessed with friendships...making them...and at times...using them for my own amusement. I remember this one friend...who's name I CAN'T remember. When we were kids my sister and I would go up to the Wood Library everyday after school. I forget WHY we did it...but if I remember correctly it had something to do with my Mom working nights and so we'd go there till Dad would drive by and pick us up...and take us home for dinner around 4:00. One day...we saw that there was a neighbor NEXT DOOR to the library...and he had this KICKING playground set...with a 'treehouse' of sorts and other stuff. Oh man did I want to play in that...So...I decided "Ok...I need to make friends with this kid so that I can play with his toys and thereby make them (by extension) my own.". So I went over with my sister and we did make friends with them. I'll admit I don't think we ...