A Loss Too Well Remembered
This was a rather interesting assignment, one that I did not believe I would able to complete. I had so many ideas of what I wanted to write about, that is until I remembered my best friend. My very first best friend was more like a brother to me. We had a very close relationship. If I were to let my mom tell it, we were inseparable. Just as quickly as our friendship began, it ended. Although I was only three years old, I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
We met in pre-kindergarten at the YWCA. We became best friends instantly, and from that day forward we would always remain best friends, no matter what. His name was Shaquille, the best person to ever get in trouble with. We considered ourselves to be …show more content…
If you are beginning to wonder, yes, I was a somewhat of a “Tom-Boy”. He usually won those games, but I did not care I was just happy to have fun with him. As I stated before we were in that “Terrible Toddler” stage and it meant just that, we got into so much trouble. We usually pranked kids during nap time, by putting on masks and scaring them as they were trying to take their naps. We would also run out of the classroom and hide from our teachers. This at the time did not seem like a bad idea, until it was time to go home and our parents came looking for us. We had so much fun getting in trouble together, and the memories will last a lifetime.
One morning I arrived at school early and I noticed that Shaquille and Ms. Roberta, his mother, who was also one of my teachers, had not arrived yet. I thought nothing of it and went about my day. I was kind of lonely though my best buddy was nowhere to be found. As we were lining up to go outside, I heard someone crying. All of the teachers were hugging and trying to comfort Ms. Roberta. I walked over with a smile on my face, to ask Ms. Roberta, where was Shaquille and why was he not at school today? She simply replied “Kayla, he’s gone, he died last night.” At that very moment my heart stopped beating and my mind began racing. At three years old,
This was a rather interesting assignment, one that I did not believe I would able to complete. I had so many ideas of what I wanted to write about, that is until I remembered my best friend. My very first best friend was more like a brother to me. We had a very close relationship. If I were to let my mom tell it, we were inseparable. Just as quickly as our friendship began, it ended. Although I was only three years old, I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
We met in pre-kindergarten at the YWCA. We became best friends instantly, and from that day forward we would always remain best friends, no matter what. His name was Shaquille, the best person to ever get in trouble with. We considered ourselves to be …show more content…
If you are beginning to wonder, yes, I was a somewhat of a “Tom-Boy”. He usually won those games, but I did not care I was just happy to have fun with him. As I stated before we were in that “Terrible Toddler” stage and it meant just that, we got into so much trouble. We usually pranked kids during nap time, by putting on masks and scaring them as they were trying to take their naps. We would also run out of the classroom and hide from our teachers. This at the time did not seem like a bad idea, until it was time to go home and our parents came looking for us. We had so much fun getting in trouble together, and the memories will last a lifetime.
One morning I arrived at school early and I noticed that Shaquille and Ms. Roberta, his mother, who was also one of my teachers, had not arrived yet. I thought nothing of it and went about my day. I was kind of lonely though my best buddy was nowhere to be found. As we were lining up to go outside, I heard someone crying. All of the teachers were hugging and trying to comfort Ms. Roberta. I walked over with a smile on my face, to ask Ms. Roberta, where was Shaquille and why was he not at school today? She simply replied “Kayla, he’s gone, he died last night.” At that very moment my heart stopped beating and my mind began racing. At three years old,