Anne Marie and I

I've known my best friend Anne Marie since I was 2 and she was 3. No I didn't purposely rhyme that previous sentence. I remember vaguely one of the first time I met her or played with her or somethingto that effect. My Mom was outside talking to her Mom and she and I were in her driveway, it was sunny and we were doing something. The "something" part of that sentence is what I meant by vague. Years went by and we only grew closer and closer. We used to have forts and a tree house in the woods across the street and next to my house (which are no longer there), play in her rock pit (also gone), jump rope, hoola-hoop, color with rocks on other rocks, swing and make up weird things to make each other laugh so we could spit iced tea out of our mouths. We were cooky and I love it. I love how through all of this time her and I are still best friends. We hardly ever fight and if we do it can be resolved in seconds. We hang out and talk and I know she's always going to be there if I need her, and I will always to the same for her. Love you Anne Marie =].