My old friend

I have an old, dear friend (I sound like I'm 90) that I used to be extremely close with. We would hang out together on a regular basis, have sleepovers, the usual things that grade-schoolers do.

I remember the last time I saw her, I believe it was the last time anyway. She had a party. It may have been a birthday party or it may have been a going away party. We went to Raging Waters. That is just about the coolest place you could go in 3rd or 4th grade except Lagoon.

I had to leave early. I don't remember why, but I remember standing on the sidewalk by the parking lot by myself waiting for my mom. I don't think I know why she moved to Michigan, but she was gone. My dearest friend since I could remember. The only one I kept after I moved to a new house. And then she moved to a new state and we didn't keep in touch.

I remember that she called me on the phone once, she probably called more but I only remember this one. I was so excited when my mom said it was her on the phone, but when I picked up, I found there wasn't much to say.

I miss her greatly and have recently found her again. We converse with each other, but only on very rare occasions. She has a very, no extremely, busy life and I am so happy for her. I know I couldn't do it, but then I know I'm not Kimberly.