More on friendship.
My first “best friend”? That’s a tough one. I’ve always had more acquaintances than friends. But, there is one person, who when I was younger, was a friend to me. Someone that I would spend the night at her house, go with her family to the naval base to go swimming on dependent days (I was the “adopted” daughter because with my dirty blond hair and green eyes I looked nothing like my Filipino friend or her family). Lizza (pronounced like the conventionally spelled Lisa) was a year younger than me, but that didn’t stop us from becoming good friends. We had similar interests (we liked to sing and read) and we were both socially awkward. We lost touch for the longest time, only getting back in touch in the last few years via Facebook. We don’t have much in common any more. She never went to college (or if she did, never got more than an associates degree) and has had more babies that I can remember. She’s married to a guy that no one thought she would get married to, and lives in a different part of the country than I do. Our political views are different too, which has always struck me as off because we grew up in the same church, with similar believing parents. But, it happens. So we like each other’s photos, and occasionally post on each other’s walls. And at least I remember simpler times when we were still kids.