Personal Narrative on Friends

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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. “Dani’s my friend,” I blurted out happily. They laughed even harder.
“Don’t hang with her, kid. She’s mental,” the one whose face was the most red warned me.
“Huh?” I was puzzled.
“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 “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. “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.
“No, Dani!” I couldn’t believe myself, I was talking to her as if she were a dog. “You are a ‘re-tard’,” I still didn’t really knew what that meant, but using the word made me feel older. “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. “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.

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“That’s cold, kid,” one of them managed to bellow out. They left, still slapping their knees. After that, I started to think about what I had said and how Dani felt. I’d picture myself with a giant clown shoe, crushing Dani under my large foot. I was like the bad guys on T.V, only worse.
At school, I’d see Dani. Whenever I tried to follow her to apologize, she ran. Finally, one day I caught up to her, too out of breath to say anything. I gave her a big hug, and she hugged me back. At that moment, no one was different, we were just friends.
Most kids go through a phase where a person’s abilities, age, popularity, ethnicities, and even wealth starts to effect how they treat a person. Dani made me realize that keeping the mind of a kindergartener helps you to have fun with the people you love. Hopefully, I’ll always keep that young perspective alive with curiosity, happiness and most important, friendship.

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