Personal Narrative Essay: My First True Friend

I was born in the state of Tennessee, but when I was six years old, I moved to a house that was less than twenty miles from the coast of Alabama. Even though the neighborhood I moved into was not large, I was blessed with the privilege of living across the street from the person who has impacted me in a number of ways. This person became my first true friend. Although it has been nearly 11 years since I met her, I remember it like it was yesterday. We met on Halloween in the year 2004 while my twin sister Jessica and I were out trick-or-treating. We were almost ready to wrap it up for the night, but we decided to make a final stop at the house across the street. When we got there, however, my friend’s mother answered the door and first apologized …show more content…
We had the same hair color, and we were all about the same height. The only noticeable difference between us as far as appearance goes were that Bay’s eyes were brown, and mine were blue. We looked so identical that some people nicknamed us “The Triplets.” Living across the street from each other made it highly convenient for us to spend time with each other almost on a daily basis, and that is exactly what we did. Every school morning, we always played together while we waited for the bus to pick us up. As soon as school ended for the day, we went home to complete any homework assigned to us, and once we finished that, we went over to each other’s house. Often enough, if it was a Friday, we would have sleepovers and stay up well into the night, if not all night, playing …show more content…
For the past three consecutive years or so, in response to my request, my family has journeyed down to Gulf Shores for fall break not only for a family vacation, but to visit the friend that I left behind. The reason why I say that I would not make it to where we stayed down there is because when we are together, even for a short amount of time, it was like we were never apart. This leads me back to a phrase that the three of us would always shout back and forth to each other each night, while going home, and that phrase was “Bay, Abby, and Jessie, best friends forever!” That phrase has held true to its meaning up until this day, and that is a message that I am trying to get across here, and that message is that true friendship will never cease no matter what direction we go in. That is something that I have gotten out of meeting