When I was a little girl at summer camp, another little girl came up to me and wanted to play. “Be my best friend?” she asked, and held out her hand. So Annie and I shook on it and we became best friends.
A few weeks later, a group of kids were playing outside, and I was walking up from behind because I’d gone to get a chocolate milk for Annie. Annie loved chocolate milk!
As I neared the group, I heard Annie ask another girl “Be my best friend?” And the other girl replied “I thought you were Molly’s best friend!”
Annie said “Yeah, but today I think she’s a dumb girl because she didn’t bring me chocolate milk so I want a new best friend.”
Well, there’s little six year old me, swearing I wouldn’t cry or yell at Annie, whom I believed to be my best friend.
So I ran away to the stream, throwing out the chocolate milk along the way. When I got there, a group of boys were killing tadpoles. I had a screaming fit at them to make them stop and then ran to a favorite tree and cried my eyes out ’til long past dark.
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