It started 8 years ago when I met my best friend: Lauren Kirby. We met at a Pony Camp that I went to every year until I was old enough for horse camp. When we were all introducing each other, she made me laugh right away. We had to say our name, age, and something interesting about yourself. She said: "I'm Lauren Kirby. I'm 8 years old, and I'm a blonde". It may not be so funny to you, but I was 8 and I thought it was funny. We started talking, and we instantly hit it off. She was that camp friend that was pretty much the only one that you talked to because you found someone and were too nervous to make any other friends. We were in the same riding group which meant we went everywhere together. We sat by each other during every meal, and we... [Read More]
Tags: Seperated, Friendship, Death