the art of friendship

This is a picture of me and my best friend Kim.  I think she was my best friend at the time, or probably I wanted her to be my best friend.  I was 4 years old when I drew this and of course I am the wavy haired princess wearing a heck of a lot of makeup, sporting a ball gown and I believe that's my nostril- but it very well could be a huge beauty spot.  

 I have had some odd friends in my time.  One of my first school friendships was a girl who had many toys (hooray! I didn't have many new toys being one of five children) and a large appetite, and never flushed the toilet.  I remember one day when she was standing on the edge of our pool when Lulu our dog ran past, and she fell in.  She cried terribly afterwards, sputtering between sobs that the dog pushed her in.  

When I look back, I can see I've had besties to talk about boys with, a different bestie to cater for every need (art, sport, books, movies), besties at different stages of life.  I  could actually go through and pinpoint what parts of my personality can be credited to what friend.

Now, as I am a single lady (put your hands up) I have experienced some important learning curves about relationships, except mine have not been learnt through man relationships, mine have been taught through good female friendships. Hoorah.  Besties are great practice for other significant relationships in life.  A bestie is there to help you grow, to test your patience, to have laugh with, to be cray cray with, and when the time comes, you test those skills out on your boyfriend or husband or children. So thank you besties. You have done well to turn me into the crazy, but well adjusted person I am today.