The art of making Friends

Back when I still lived in a village, when my worked at the airport and my dad worked for another carpenter. I can remember that I used to play at the playgrounds with the other children. We didn’t really know each other, but that didn’t matter, when you are kids, you don’t hold back, as you do, as you grow up. My childhood was the easiest time of my life. Because then I didn’t matter whether you were smart, stupid, cool or awkward. You would just play and anything didn’t matter other than having fun.

I remember a time when I played with a kid of another religion. Back then we could easy play together, but now he won’t even say hi. Time changes and you grow a part from those you knew from your childhood. I have only one from my childhood I still consider my friend, the rest is just sort of acquaintances, which you share some great memories with. It is really sad when you think about it.

I had a lot of friends back then and not a single one of them were alike. Some was pretty into games, some had everything they wanted because of their rich parents, some was really into sport and myself could play with them all. I could play their games with them. I could play with their toys with them and I could play sport with them. I could just glide right in without any effort. Until they got older and their got their own idea to which they should play with and not. It was pretty hard for me back then because my friends began to hate each other and they meant that I should choose between them. I couldn’t choose so I didn`t that was bad choice, because almost all my friends turned their backs at me. Later I was a target for bulling by my former friends. That hit me really hard. So hard I began to avoid every person, who would reach out to me, because I was afraid they would turn their backs on me like before. Because of my action the others began to think I was weird and stop noticing me, and that led to I felt alone.