In kindergarten,
your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you the read crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.
In first grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.
In second grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who shared lunch with you
when you forgot yours on the bus.
In fourth grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-doing with Nasty Nathan or Smelly Sara.
In fifth grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who save a seat on the back of the bus for you.
In sixth grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who went up to Nathan or Sara, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.
In seventh grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who let you copy the previous night's social studies homework just before class.
In eighth grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball cards so that your room would be a "high schooler's" room, but didn't laugh when you finished and broke out into tears.
In ninth grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who went with you to that "cool" party thrown by a senior so that you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.
In tenth grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.
In eleventh grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in his new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nathan or Sara,
and found you a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you would get into that college, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go…
At graduation,
your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
The summer after twelfth grade,
your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nathan or you and Sara were back together, you could make it
through anything, helped you pack up for college and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally, on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot
of memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing that you were loved.
Now,
your idea of a good friend is still the person who give you the better of two choices, holds your hand when your scared, helps you fight off those who take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the
past behind you, but understands when you need to hold onto it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they
are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly, loves you!
