My Best Friend
A best friend is the first person who comes in when, out of the door, the whole world has gone. A best friend is one who loves the truth and you, and will tell the truth in spite of you. There are lots of people who you make friendship with, but it is very hard to find a true and honest friend. But I am very lucky that I have a best friend with whom I can share my feelings with. His name is Max. He is very friendly, and I am very happy to have him as my best friend. He is very well respectful, hardworking, and an honest person.
I got to know Max when I was eight years old.When I was playing in my grandmother’s garden , I always saw a cute-looking boy walking with his dog. As I was still a child, I was thriled at the prospect of a new playmate. In order to get a chance to know him more, I picked up the courage to speak to her when I saw him passed by the gate again.
From that first ‘Hello”, Max and I became almost inseparable. Not only was he my age, he was also the only child who like me, crazy about racing car remote. Max was born with a silver spoon. His father was a businessman and his mother owned and ran a boutique. Both his parents were very caring towards him as he, just like I, was the only child of the family.
We were both enrolled at the same school even in primary school or in secondary school. Max and I were in the same class and sat next to each other. He was a happy-go-lucky boy who always managed to breathe fresh air into the sometimes arid classroom. He always knew what to say and would voice them at the best possible moments. Both pupils and teachers alike enjoyed his company and liveliness. There was hardly ever a dull moment when he was around with her funny expressions.
Max was the one who knew all my problems and offered me advice. He was dependable and truly wants to help me. When I was in trouble, Max was the only good listener who I could be honest to. Whenever I felt down and out, he would come to the rescue and in a jiffy. During
I got to know Max when I was eight years old.When I was playing in my grandmother’s garden , I always saw a cute-looking boy walking with his dog. As I was still a child, I was thriled at the prospect of a new playmate. In order to get a chance to know him more, I picked up the courage to speak to her when I saw him passed by the gate again.
From that first ‘Hello”, Max and I became almost inseparable. Not only was he my age, he was also the only child who like me, crazy about racing car remote. Max was born with a silver spoon. His father was a businessman and his mother owned and ran a boutique. Both his parents were very caring towards him as he, just like I, was the only child of the family.
We were both enrolled at the same school even in primary school or in secondary school. Max and I were in the same class and sat next to each other. He was a happy-go-lucky boy who always managed to breathe fresh air into the sometimes arid classroom. He always knew what to say and would voice them at the best possible moments. Both pupils and teachers alike enjoyed his company and liveliness. There was hardly ever a dull moment when he was around with her funny expressions.
Max was the one who knew all my problems and offered me advice. He was dependable and truly wants to help me. When I was in trouble, Max was the only good listener who I could be honest to. Whenever I felt down and out, he would come to the rescue and in a jiffy. During