Memoir
I am most certain that the majority of students have or had a friend they have known for years. Someone they can be themselves around without any judgment. Well, I used to have a special friend similar to the described description. My former friend was one of those friends who are difficult to find and lucky to have. He and I had an abundance of similar interest. Unfortunately, all great things must come to an end, and this friendship was at its end. At this very day, I am still wondering as to what happened to our perfect friendship. I may never know the reason, however, I can bring some clarity into my understanding of this discontinued friendship. Throughout this memoir, I will describe my friendship with Anthony, analyze it through many perspectives, and compare how I felt three years ago to my current feelings. About eleven odd years ago, a special friend came into my life by the name of Anthony. I met him when I was eleven years old, in the sixth grade. I had come home from school and decided I wanted to play outside with the neighborhood kids. As I was playing, a skinny Filipino boy randomly appeared and threw an inanimate object toward me. The object hit my back, and I decided I would throw something toward him for revenge. I decided I would take off one of the earrings I wore that day and throw it at him. I took off my earring and Anthony knew what was about to happen, so he ran away from me. I began running toward him, with the earring in my left hand. Once I got close enough to Anthony, I threw the earring at him. The earring I threw hit him in the back. Once I knew the earring landed on my target, my work was finished. Ever since that particular moment eleven years ago, Anthony and I were best friends. Anthony and I remained friends throughout middle and high school. He and I shared many commonalities which prolonged our friendship. One commonality we shared was our interest for food. Anthony and I enjoyed eating at different places around San