Personal Narrative on Friends :: essays research papers

When you’re young, you don’t care about how a person looks or acts, they’re just people, friends. Growing up, you’ll find that qualities a friend has to have or can’t have become very important. It took a special kind of friend to show me that the true heart of a person is what really counts. Almost at the age of seven, I made a friend named Dani. I liked being with her because she was always smiling. We played together and giggled a lot. Sometimes, she’d randomly dance, spin around, or run away alone, but I never cared or wondered why. One day, there were these older kids pointing and laughing at her. I skipped up to them. â€Å"Dani’s my friend,† I blurted out happily. They laughed even harder. â€Å"Don’t hang with her, kid. She’s mental,† the one whose face was the most red warned me. â€Å"Huh?† I was puzzled. â€Å"Yeah. She’s like- a retard!† again, they looked like hyenas, laughing their heads off as they walked away leaving me totally confused. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with Dani, but there was a large part of me that just had to listen to the big kids because they were always right. The next day at school, I tried to avoid Dani. The cool kids said she was a â€Å"retard† and that didn’t sound good. At recess, I sat on the ground, lonely. Suddenly, I heard the loud familiar laughs from yesterday. I looked to my left and saw the same cool kids. I also noticed Dani, dancing with something she picked off of the ground. â€Å"Jessica!† her eyes lit up. The other kids stared at me, as if I was some translator for two very different languages. Dani stood up and was about to hug me, but I moved away. â€Å"No, Dani!† I couldn’t believe myself, I was talking to her as if she were a dog. â€Å"You are a ‘re-tard’,† I still didn’t really knew what that meant, but using the word made me feel older. â€Å"I’m not playing with you anymore.† I tried to look like my mother when she refused to buy me more candy. Dani studied my face for a moment. â€Å"Go away!† I exclaimed. That did it. Dani cried, and I felt cold tears sliding down my cheeks too. She scurried away until I couldn’t see her anymore. The big kids were practically choking on their saliva, laughing so hard.