A story about my childhood friend

When I entered the 5th grade, I moved with my parents to another city. There they enrolled me at a good school. Colleagues, they were startled at first that they were from another city, but with time, we got together with each other. Later, we all became friends, but especially I became friends with a very good boy.
She lived close to my house and went to school every day. In the afternoon, after we finished our homework, we both went out and went to his playgrounds, to some of his friends, and so I came to make many friends.

I would never have wanted to move from there, I liked it a lot, it was a very beautiful area, close to the sea, it was great for me and my family.

With this good friend I had the same claims from us and the same aspirations from life, from school.

I learned there until the 8th grade, then I went to college. At first I was in touch with my friend, then he moved to another city and we were a little lost to each other for a while. But, as I missed him, I searched for him, and finally we found out, what a joy, howling when we saw each other. We vowed to never separate ourselves from wherever we are going to guide our steps in life.

We always correspond, we all know each other, and we hope to organize a sea trip this year, to remember when we were children, how well we understood each other.

We were hoping when the day when we were going to go to college to have the same ideas about our future, even if it was still a long time ago. We kept each other very much, we considered each other to be brothers, any one of us would have problems, we always help.

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