Best Friends
As a square peg in a round hole I found it difficult to make friends as a kid. Other children found my weirdness, my outspokenness and my non-conformity disconcerting and avoided me as a result. As I’ve aged and come to know and accept my self more I’ve sought out other folk with a similar mindset. “Soort soek soort”, as they say. But as you can imagine having a “best” friend was nigh on impossible. No-one wanted to get that close to me! Grin! In fact, I can almost count my best friends in life on one hand – but five of them stand out in a big way. Here’s my story: My first best friend was a girl who had been in my class since Grade 1. We appeared to have quite a lot in common and played together at break times. When I was old enough I was allowed to go on play dates to her house after school on a Friday. By the time I was 9 my Mom let me go on sleepovers to her house. That’s where the trouble started. She made me participate in things that made me feel so uncomfortable