My first best friend, Vivian and I met in the 6th grade. I remember the day she walked into class as the new girl. I had lived in Simi Valley since I was 3, her family had just moved there and she knew no one. We became instant friends. She had the type of personality I wish I had. She was funny and outgoing in public. I was shy and reserved. But when we were together I could put my shyness aside and have fun. She also had a freedom and responsibilities I wasn't use to. Both her parents worked late in the evenings and she was left home alone to start the dinner, clean the house and babysit her young nephews. I remember the sleep overs down in her basement. That's another thing, I never knew anyone who had a basement in their home. You don't have them much in Southern California. We would stay up late at night and watch TV, laugh and eat junk food. All without the supervision of adults. To me that was living! I don't know where Vivian is today but I hope she remembers our days together with a smile the way I do.
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