When I was young, I had two best friends. They were not particularly friendly with each other and in fact would often get a little jealous if I was hanging out with one or the other that day. I had both of these friends as my best friends for a couple of years until we moved out of state. At 9 years old, with no such thing as cell phones, we did what so many did then – we lost touch – despite a few valiant efforts to try and write. We eventually did move back to the state, but not back to the same area and I did not see these two again until high school. By then, they had their own crowd they hung out with and we were all merely acquaintances. I remember feeling a little sad even then, because I knew how fond I had been of both of them. I was jealous of all the new memories they made after I left while my family moved around and I had no one with whom I had that kind of history with. I always held onto that fondness and both of them have alw...