I’m in love with the perfect moments that occur in my life. It is not often that we have something that can be seen as perfect in our own eyes, but when ever that moment does come it will always be remembered as vividly as the day it occurred. One deepest parts of my heart is saved for my best friend the toothpaste for my toothbrush. I met her on the first day of kindergarten when all of the new students were standing the blacktop with our parents. I stood there mesmerizing the playground that I would soon be able to play on, but at that moment I was being pressured to make some new friends. One thing I that I should let you know about me is when I was growing up I was like a “cat” that would clench on to my parents and hide my face from all the eyes that were trying to look at me. It seemed like whenever I was around them I didn't want anyone else. This little girl messed all that up for me when she cam bouncing down to where I was standing with my parents. Once she reached me she gave me a sincere and innocent salutations along with a request for me to be her friend. I don’t know what happened in my brain at that moment but whatever that feeling was caused stares and worried looks from the people surrounding us. After say “hello” and asking if I would be her friend water began to flow out of my eyes which caused the same to happen to her. Without really know the problem my parents and hers were trying to console us while trying to find out why we had started to cry. Both of our tears had stopped abruptly then and confused looks washed away all the feelings of sadness. Later on we decided that the reasons should be that her over excitedness scared me and that my tears made her cry our her guilt. We have stuck with that story for a while now, but I don’t think that we will ever know the real reason of those tears. By the end of that day we did end up becoming friends strangely enough.
Throughout our eleven years of friendship we have only one fight that also took place in kindergarten within the walls of that beautiful playground. The fight was simple and not all complicated when you get down to it was beyond the point of being moronic when I look back on it now. The dispute was over a game of tag or hide-n-go-seek. It was a game that included catching and running. There were five of us playing the game: me, Amanda, Hannah, Sarah, and Adam. Four of us decided to make it really hard for Amanda when it was her time to chase up somehow it came down to her being really frustrated enough so to make her begin to cry and our plan was blamed mainly on me because “I wasn’t being a good friend,” which Ms. Russnacks take on the situation. From this moment it seemed that one of us couldn’t cry without causing the other to cry as well because as if we were sharing the same feelings of sadness I started to tear up. Our conflict was resolved within the fifteen minutes of our playtime and that was also the day that I learned that she didn't like hugs.
I don’t think I was able to give her a hug until late in the sixth grade after finding out that she wouldn’t be going to Bret Harte anymore after that year. Life had prepared us for that moment of separation because even though we went to same elementary school together for all six years we had only had been in the same class for the first two. I think that was when I knew that this would be an everlasting friendship because even after not seeing her face to face for months as soon as we saw each other we would act like we had seen each other only moments before.
I will always love and cherish every moment that we have together including the times when I tore my pants walking to her house, the movies we have seen, the Twilight party, the first time we met, the graduations, the lame dances... saying that I love her doesn’t cover my feeling that I have for her and I hate to use hackneyed phrases to express my feelings for her so will end this by saying once again that she is my toothpaste for my toothbrush, the sun for my dial and the heaven for my tormented earth. Amanda is a whole lot of something if not my everything.
