Saying our friendship is older than our memories could reflect a difficulty with remembering rather than the duration of the relationship.
But it’s not – we met when we were two which is a good couple of years before either of us can recall anything reliably.
Her parents moved next door to mine and the seed of friendship which was planted then grew and endured through childhood, into adulthood.
We live in different places and can go weeks without speaking and longer without seeing each other.
But when we connect by phone or in person, it’s just like it’s always been – heart to heart talks with lots of laughs.
There are old friends and there are good friends and there are good, old friends for which I’m grateful.
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