Throwback Thursday #17 – Buddies, Friends and Pen pals.
As a child I was bullied and I don’t make friends easily. Junior school was fraught with trouble. Two boys called me names, and most of the time I felt worthless because of it.
I didn’t tell my parents, and kept things secret.
I remember having a pen pal for a while. It was part of a project at school, where we were learning French. It was meant to help us with our writing. I kept in contact once or twice, but it was short lived.
When I started secondary school I saw a girl my age. She was sitting on a metal railing, and despite my nerves I went up to her and said hi. She didn’t turn me away, and said hi back. Forty three years later, and she is still my bestie. When I was fifteen she moved to America with her mum and dad.
We still kept in contact, there is a bond between us that spans the miles and the years. We both had children, and now grandchildren. There is something that connects us, and I am sure we were meant to meet that day.
My other best friend died about four years ago, and she was the only other person I would call family. We shared a lot of laughs, and tears. She was always someone I could talk to about anything.
I can still count the amount of friends I have on one hand, but that doesn’t concern me. I would rather have friends I can rely on than several I can’t. It is all about trust, and I don’t trust easy, but when I do you have a friend for life.