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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.
“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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"Personal Narrative on Friends." 123HelpMe.com. 27 May 2016