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Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

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When I was a child, what I wanted most was to be a cowboy. Once I was old enough, my father would take me along to care for and check on his cows nearly every night. I loved spending time with my father when I was young because I was free to do anything with him without my mother there to keep me from getting dirty. I could get as muddy as I liked and use my vast imagination to turn puddles into oceans before we hopped into his old truck at the end of the night and let the fluorescent compass display above our heads lead us home. This continued through my childhood until he became too busy to take me to the farm and I became too busy with my schoolwork. I believe I was very lucky to have such a happy childhood, but unfortunately, it did not last as long as I would have liked. I made my first best friend, Nathan, when I was about four or five years old. I had the same best friend throughout all of my elementary school years, but near the end, he was teased for our friendship and began to talk to me less and less. Until the beginning of fifth grade, I was extremely outgoing and I had an enthusiastic love for school, but once I gained more self-awareness, I began to retreat into myself and become very shy. This was the first time I felt alone and it would most definitely not be the last. When sixth grade began, I became very depressed. I knew I was different, but I still tried my best to form new friendships. Inside, I knew I did not fit in for other reasons, but I tried to

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