IRememberEssay
I Remember..... I remember the kid next door with whom I grew up, a short and stocky ladnamed Donald Meaux. Did I say stocky? A modern day Pillsbury Dough Boy withhigh top sneakers and knee high-socks is a more accurate description. He has beenmy next door neighbor for more than eighteen years. We met as most children dothrough the friendship of our parents. Our fathers shared cold beers in the evening,while our mothers gossiped in the kitchen over tea. Their two diapered infantsplayed in the playpen together day in and day out. In this friendship, which wassimilar to that of a married couple, Donald and I had our ups and our downs; yet forten years, we spent day after day together. We often fought, and then we made uponce the ice cream man came around the corner in his magical truck. But, like mostgood things, the friendship wore away with time. I remember Donald as a spoiled, aggravating four year old. Neither of theseare characteristics that anyone looks for in a lifelong friendship. Yet, characteristicslike these are not very important to a child of four. At four years old, people
We lived next door to each other, but could not stop byeach other’s house just to talk. We even foundourselves avoiding each other at school to bypass an awkward situation, and Istopped going over to his house after school. Only when one of us moved far away to college didwe find it in ourselves to once again visit with each other. After all, Donald and I did share a bowl of dog foodfor dessert every now and then. This kind of friendship is one that people do not expect to end. One day he was playing Super Mario 3, and he was about todefeat the game. Just as he was winning, I turned off the television and blinded hisview. As anyone can guess, time took its toll on our friendship. The friendshipdeteriorated during our first year in high school. There was not anythingcomplicated about it; it just happened. He wasfurious with me and literally attacked me like a wild predator. He scratched,clawed, and bit me, while I punched and kicked him for at least thirty seconds. When Don turned the television back on, it was too late; he had lost.
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