Speaking of friends....
My first true friend and I met when we were two years old. Our mothers introduced us to each other as playmates in the church nursery, I think. Of course, that part I don't recall, but from the time we move to 34th Ave in Magnolia (Seattle, WA), aside from my sisters, Lynette was my best friend and playmate. We played at her house, our house, at parks, on the ballfield of Catherine Blaine Junior High (name it was called at the time), on the fresh asphalt of the Lady of Fatima church and school. I became insecure once or twice when Lynette occasionally chose activities with her next-door neighbor, Myra, instead of being with me. It took awhile, but I gradually learned that "best friends" still had space for other friends, too. And then when my family moved away to Parker, Idaho and then returned to Magnolia a year later, I had to painfully learn that it is ok when "My best friend" becomes the "best friend of my sister." and over a lifetime, I have l...