Skip to content I hooked my finger around his.
“Promise.”
Then we went back to talking about dinosaurs.
At the time, neither of us realized that a tiny promise between two children would still matter years later.
Growing Up Together
Our friendship survived everything that usually changes childhood friendships.
Different classes.
New interests.
Teenage disagreements.
New friends.
Changing personalities.
We grew up, but we never completely grew apart.
Noah became fascinated with baseball statistics.
I became interested in art.
He could spend twenty minutes explaining the numbers behind a baseball game.
I could spend the same amount of time talking about a painting.
Neither of us convinced the other to change interests.
We didn’t need to.
We simply enjoyed being different.
When my parents divorced, our friendship became even more important.
I was twelve when Dad moved out.
Suddenly, our home felt different.
There were difficult conversations, unfamiliar routines, and many quiet evenings.