My Best Friend
It is not fully recognizable who your best friend really is until he or she is gone. Many people remember their best friend from when they were little kids as maybe the boy down the street who came down and played GI JOE, or the girl next door whom you had daily tea parties with. Either way, your best friend was usually around the same age as you. This was not the case with me. My best friend was about 65 years older than I was. Yes, it may sound weird, but it is true. My grandma, or "Gamma" as I called her, was my best friend for the first five years of my life. I think that in those five years we had learned so much from each other. We always got along. She taught me good manners but also how to have fun. I taught her that, at even at sixty-five years old, she could still be young. I can still remember the excitement when ever I found out that I would get to go to Gamma's house to spend the weekend, or even just for the night. She only lived about ten minutes away from me; as a result, I got to visit her often. I can remember the smell of her house as I walked in the back door. It was a kind of musty, grandma smell. Our sleepovers were always such a thrill! The were a blast mainly because she would let me
Sleepovers were not the end of our fun. Daytime was great, too. She lived right down from a little park with a lake, so on hot summer days, we would pack a picnic lunch and spend the day at the "beach", that is what I liked to pretend it was. And sometimes, after a little bit of begging, she would even come join me for a swim. The park was not the only fun thing to do with Gamma. We would play around in the backyard, making that small, fenced in piece of land a place for exciting adventures. We would chase each other with the water hose or the sprinkler. Oh, and I could never forget the countless trips to the museum or the zoo, and then to McDonalds for a Happy Meal. It was always exciting. I never seemed to get bored. Another thing that I loved about her was that she never seemed to get annoyed or tired of my talking, and we all know I have a tendency to talk a lot. She would sit and listen or at least pretend to very well. With a smile on her face she would hear absolutely everything I had to say, from how much I was a big girl, to my "adventures" with Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. Then, one day, she came back from the doctor and she had found out that she had a lump in her breast that was cancerous. But that did not keep her from playing with me, smiling and laughing though, until she found out that it had spread too much to remove it. My grandma, my mom and my dad were very upset.
Some common words found in the essay are:
GI JOE, Weeks Gamma, Christmas Eve, Happy Meal, , Bibliography N/A, weeks gamma, smiling laughing, understand grandma, mom dad, ice cream,
Approximate Word count = 942
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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