Friends

Last Friday I sent out my first essay to about five people to have them proofread my paper. It was a little bizarre I think. I think it's good to have friends, the ones that you can count on. Having friends gives me a sense of comfort: a sense of security. I recalled my childhood back when I was eleven or so, couldn't possibly remember, I would hang-out all day with my buddies--until my dad had called me home. Oh those were good memories, ones that I will never forget for as long as I'm alive. But those days were long gone, so did my old friends, they only exist in my memory now.