Thursday, July 7, 2011
Who was your first best friend?
I don't know about the rest of you, but I am really enjoying these posts about When you were small, and the main reason I'm enjoying them, is because you have all been fantastic about sharing your stories. I hope this next trip down memory lane, will facilitate some more gems.
So, this week's topic, in case you haven't read the title is 'Who was your first best friend?'
We all probably agree that friends, real friends are brilliant. They become a great part of your life, one that isn't like your immediate or extended family, your partner, your boss, your bank manager, but they are the guys that you often turn to, when all the other categories don't quite fit.
With real friends, you know, if you are in trouble, or in need of advice,in a second, they will be there, and likewise, you would do the same for them. They are there in a mini crisis, when really they should tell you, they are too busy, or go away - but when you say the magic words - Can I ask you something?- They will listen, and unless it's for your own good, will oblige.
So I got to thinking about best friends, and first best friends, and probably like most people, I remember my first best friend really well. Perhaps because, friends are your first links outside of the family nest.
In my case, her name was Betty, and she came from a family where the children managed to get into the double figures. This was not an unusual in good old Catholic Ireland, but being the youngest in a family of four children myself, despite my fondness for Betty, I was also very envious of her. I mean, I wanted a baby sister or brother too. I wasn't bothered whether it was a boy or a girl, I just wanted a baby, someone younger than me, that I could mind, etc etc.
Of course, as a child, I didn't see the real hardship associated with having children in double figures, especially when money was in very short supply. Nor did I fully grasp the fact that, after me, my Mam did have two more children, neither of which survived beyond the first days of birth, but I do remember Betty. The reason being, she was my friend, my best friend, someone I could confide in.
I am not sure what I learnt from my early relationship with her, other than the very real sense, that my life was better for having her in it. In part this might be why, I value friends so much today. There are a lot of people in this world, but friends are in shorter supply than one might think. If you manage to find one, a good one, hold on to them, they are irreplaceable.
So who was your first best friend? Do you still know them now? Were you jealous of them? Did you outgrow them? Lots of questions, can't wait to hear your answers.