Rolemodels in Childhood

Sisters are supposed to be best friends I guess. That's what they always say at least. This was not my case though. They spent most of their time just laughing at me because I was so much younger than them. They were in college when I was in seventh grade, which is the year I had to leave my home town and move to a whole new place: McFarland. I had absolutely no one: expecially not a sister that could be my friend. For about three years, I felt lost in McFarland. I was too ashamed to be myself, and I hardly knew anyone that shared the same interests as me. I went year after year, being this person that I truly wasn't. I used to dress a certain way each year to try and make someone think I was cool. I failed though. Until one year I met this girl, two grades ahead of me: and she was everything I wanted to be. She was artistic, pretty, amazing singing, amazing on stage, and incredibly intelligent. It wasn't long until we became best friends. Sadly, only about a year and half later after we met, she went to college. Now I talk to her about three times a month. It's really sad how things changed so fast like that. But I'm still thankful that I got to meet her. She helped me find out who I really was. That is when children take their step into adulthood. When they figure out who they are and how they want people to think of them. Some people find out on their own, but other people get by with a little help from their friends.