When I was in preschool I was probably the only black kid. I was a crybaby and was a tad clingy. When I was 4 I had met this girl who did not judge me by my look again I was the only black kid. She was my first friend and I was her second friend. Then the same year I moved. She was my only friend so of course I missed her. Some things unexpected happened. I moved in with my grandma for a year in the same place I live before and their I some how i meet her again. I was in 4 grade and I was in the same class as her. It was one the best part of memories. Since the we keep in contact and are still friends to this day. It been 11 years and I treasure our friendship.
