Between Friends Essay Research Paper Looking around

Between Friends Essay, Research Paper

Looking around my living room, I see my greatest friends of my

life are all around me on my book shelves. Every book I lift off

the shelf pinpoints a time in my life. They represent all the joy,

sorrow, and laughter felt in my life. The large, shiny red poetry

book my father read to me reminds me of all of these. It is

probably my favorite. Then I recall my people friends that

attended school with me through the years. What great fun they

were! I doubt I?ll ever forget the smell of my kindergarten class

and my first meeting with Belle Hudson. As I get older, I realize

how precious that friendship was. It taught me how to be a friend

and what I have seen in her is what I have looked for in friends ever

since. Now as an adult, I see Belle in friends like Tiffany,

Rachelle and it seems my favorite characters in my books have always

reminded me a bit of Belle. Belle had a profound effect on me in

childhood as well as later on in life. She was my finest friend

throughout grammar and Junior High school. We fancied relishing our

lunches together. Laughing about the boys’ wicked ways and planning

our revenge at the ensuing recess. This always made lunch go by so

swiftly. It was hard to tear us apart. Hell, it was hard to tell

us apart. We were both round bodied and a bit out of shape.

But I always saw Belle in a jovial light. She had a merry way

about her, and her laugh was infectious; it reminded me if Christmas

bells, tingly, jingling and warm. I miss her. She was happy,

giving and warm. Upon reflection, these are the attributes I look

for in friends.

Rachelle holds a special place in my heart. I work with her and

have found her to be a superb listener and always seems to know how

to dole out the right advice. It seems no issue is too large to

solve, and I would love to duplicate her upbeat nature in me.

It was our mutual interest in books, not our hiring at the same

company that brought us together. She desperately wants to be a

great writer. I know she will be. As our friendship deepens,

she has helped me realize my own potential. Although younger than

I, Rachelle has lived a much tougher life. I could say I know this

as hear her words of advice. It’s not only in her words. She has

the oldest eyes, and for all of cheerful nature, there is a

immeasurable and profound sadness. I have such deep affection for

her. Perhaps one day I will have the words that will quell the

sadness in her big brown eyes.

My books, of course, would be my life long friends. Oh the joy I

feel to crack open a new book. I am desperately trying to come up

with the words that would describe the anticipation. As I flip

through the pages in contemplating of the next, I am in constant

thought of the person that breathes life into the characters.

Do they see themselves in them? Are they writing about that which

they aspire to be? Is the dying child theirs? Then there are all

my old favorites. Lying in bed at night I would wait ever so

patiently for my father to come in and pick up that great big

shiny red poetry book. I can still vividly feel how Jack did

climb that giant beanstalk. I remember the sleepless nights

after discovering the very next year, I would learn how to read.

Then I recall my father telling me he would teach me prior to class

in the fall. He couldn’t possibly watch me sicken myself from lack

of sleep. Oh the excitement! How helpless Rupunzel and

Cinderella’s prince were! I recall the feeling when Belle and

I had discovered ?Are you there God, it’s me Margaret?? We had

not yet gotten our periods, so we read with breathless anticipation

as Margaret discovered her body grow. Needless to say, Belle and

I had much to discuss. On and on I could go. Indeed knowing my

books have always been my greatest passion and my books have always

been my most distinguished friends.

It is a wonderful experience verbalizing how precious my friends

are. While I shall always love Belle, Rachelle and the friends

I make in the future, I celebrate all of those marvelous pages that

have guided me through my life.