The first one came back from Mexico, I'm not sure where this one came from. I am so kidding as I write this. (kinda) I am not sure how many of you will agree, but I find pregnant women beautiful, especially this one. I am also not sure how many of you been able to keep a best friend for 25 years, this is mine. We met while stuck in the same brownie troop 25 years ago. (god I hated those brown outfits) I think she bit me, and I kicked her back, or vice versa, im not quite clear of the order. We became rivals and best friends ever since. For the next decade we would compete at everything. School, gymnastics, track; it really didn't matter what. Each pushing each other to be better then the other. It was a healthy rivalry. I would never be able to forget about her if I tried; I have the scars of our childhood still deeply rooted in my body. I was always the clumsy one of the two. There was the time we snuck out and went skinny dipping and I sliced my leg wide open on a wire in the middle of the river. We had to walk 1km back to her house, blood pouring out of my leg. The time I attempted to do a handstand in a foot of water (only because she was doing it) and I cracked my chin open at the bottom of the pool, or the time some guy pushed us way too hard and fast on the merry go round and I quite literally flew off and cracked my head open on the rocks. Even the scar from my appendix, that almost burst while I was at a sleepover at her house. The best is when we snuck up to the crawl space above her garage to smoke cigarettes, when I accidently stepped on the dry wall, and fell through the ceiling, on to the hard cement floor. I lay there on the ground in pain, cigarette still hanging out of my mouth. She standing from the crawl space above, yelling at me "get up, GET UP! my mom's going to see" I think I was pretty bruised and I suffered some cracked ribs that day. Her mom did notice the big hole in the ceiling, that just happened to be the approximate size of me. There were many other injuries throughout our youth, countless times her poor mother ended up driving me to the emergency room. These are memories that I will never forget. We have since taken very different paths in life, each most likely slightly envious of each other. She has a nice house, and a family, I have a small bachelor apartment, can drink till 4am without any worry or obligation, and have the ability to buy copious amounts of shoes. But 25 years later and we are still closer then ever. It's important in life to have a friend whom you can tell anything without judgement, a friend who can see through you when you are lying, and when you fall down in life or through the ceiling, you need a friend that will tell you "Christina - GET THE FUCK UP OFF THE FLOOR!"