The Friday Five

1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?

My first best friend was a girl named Becky who was in my second grade class. I still remember her birthday every year (at least I am aware on that day that it is Becky's birthday).

2. Are you still in touch with this person?

No. We were both Air Force Brats. We corresponded for four or five years after I moved away, and then she just never wrote back to me again.

3. Do you have a current close friend?

Other than my DH, I assume? There are a few people I know and like enough to be close friends, but they seem to be too busy to actually want to hang around and do things with me. My close friend that I can tell things to and that I would hang around with if we lived in the same state is Gwen, the penpal who I am going to meet in just a few days. We only know each other through e-mail correspondence so far though.

4. How did you become friends with this person?

She joined an e-mail list that I was a member of, and when she introduced herself and everyone on the list started writing welcome messages I did too. From there we wrote to each other and found out that we have some things in common. We have written to each other for about a year and a half now and are like sisters who have never met.

5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?

Since I am an Air Force Brat, and I moved around so much, I just miss having a connection at all with people that I grew up with. Among people I am currently in contact with, not counting those that are related to me, the one that goes farthest back is someone I worked with when I was in college. I was 20 years old when I met her. There are two people I knew in high school who I would like to still be in contact with. One, Cami, was my roommate in college also. I moved away so suddenly that I didn't have time to tell people I was going, and now I don't know where she is. She was a good friend and I have a feeling that we will meet again sometime. The other is a boy I knew in high school. His name was Trang. We were never more than friends, but he noticed me and cared about me at a time when I didn't feel like anybody cared. I probably wasn't even very nice to him. He wrote to me for a few years after I had moved away, even after I was married. Then I guess I felt guilty about still exchanging twenty page letters with this boy from high school and I just never got around to writing back to Trang after the last letter he sent me. I wish that I had, and I would like to know what he is doing now.