Personal Narrative: My Experience With Band Aids

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When I was little girl growing up, the best thing in existence besides Disney princesses were Band-Aids. They stopped, as my little brother screamed when injured, “THE BLOOD!!!” In addition to protecting my injuries, they also had the magical power to make them feel better. From a scraped knee, to a broken toe, I believed they could heal anything. However, what I didn’t grasp in my innocent youth was the love and affection that was administered with the application of a Band-Aid. While I was in elementary school, a new girl from upstate New York moved in two houses down from me. Tragically, both of her parents had recently passed away, and after an ugly custody court battle, her grandmother brought her to New Jersey. After news of her arrival I gathered up my courage, grabbed my dogs and walked down to her house to introduce myself. I knocked on her door, perhaps a little too loudly, stepped back, and waited. A shy little girl with short, light brown hair and glasses appeared from behind her new front door and gazed at me. While we walked that night I didn’t realize how close we would become. Evy was the first friend that I had real sleepovers with and However, just as quickly as she entered my life, almost two years later Evy started to move on. She became closer with girls in her own grade, just as my circle of friends in middle school became more solid. At first, I was hurt that she wasn’t my friend anymore. We had spent so much time together, it felt like a Band-Aid was ripped off, leaving my feelings left red and raw. After many long talks with my Mom, the hurt started to fade. While I believe my friendship has helped her through a difficult time, she still has many emotions to explore. In addition, while I am hopeful we will reconnect someday, I am grateful for the friendship we had. It taught me the skills I needed to not only become a better friend but to also appreciate a good

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