One lazy afternoon, a lonely young girl sat at her living room window, staring out with longing in her eyes. Across the way was the neighborhood park. The typical stuff. Some swings, the horrible metal slide the burned like a son-of-a-bitch on a hot summer day, the bizarre indian teepee that the older kids used as a urinal. The little girl wanted more then anything to go outside and romp around in the park, but with no friends around the prospect seemed just as boring as staring out from her window. The house caddy corner to hers was for sale. There was a family that was looking it over at the moment. Suddenly the little girl noticed someone walking down to the park. Another little girl!! Joyously she ran to her parents. “I’m going to play in the park!” she screamed. Barrelling out the front down she ran through her lawn, past the curb, onto the street without checking for cars (she was always a bit of a rebel), and into the great freedom that was the park. A bit slower now, a little timid, she made her way towards the swing set. The other young girl was sitting on one of the swings, barely moving, kicking up the dirt underneath her and twisting the rusty chains that were holding her up. She was dressed in a girl scouts uniform and she had quite a distraught look on her face. It appeared that she had no desire to move into the house next to the park. She stopped swinging and looked up at the other little girl. At this moment, I met my best friend, Sarah.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTEST FRIEND EVER!