When I went home recently, I was able to spend a lot of time catching up with one of my best childhood friends, Molly.
Molly and I were inseparable from the moment I arrived at my new school in fifth grade. We spent countless hours talking, playing, and planning trips to Camp Ondessonk. Whether we were starting junior high or high school, trying out for teams, or meeting new people.... things always seemed a lot less scary when Molly was by my side.
We made different plans for college. I went away and it wasn't too long before I drifted apart from my hometown friends. Yet, I am so grateful for the friendship Molly and I share. Even though our lives have gone in different directions and we've been disconnected for nearly 10 years, we were able to talk, laugh, and catch up with great ease.
There is something so special about old friends.
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