DESCRIPTION
"My Best Friend" is my twin sister. I share with you the joy and uniqueness of baing a twin and ho we grew up togethe andour differences. Brings back the good old days. It will remind you of when you we a kid. [567 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am a college senior studying to be a elementary school teacher. I enjoy dancing and socializing with friends. This is my first piece tha I have submittd to be published. [November 2002]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (1) My Summer Vacation (Short Stories) This story is about a child's special vacation with his family. [366 words]
My Best Friend S Spencer
My Best Friend
“Skip, skip, skip to my Lou”, Amy and I would sing as we held hands and skipped around the yard. We were children full of laughter and love for each other. Amy and I were attached as if we were glued together. We share a special bond that most cannot relate to. Amy was and still is my best friend. Amy is my fraternal twin.
Being a twin is like turning your best friend into your sister for life. We shop together, work out together, and hang out on the weekends together. When we were kids we would stay up late and have our own slumber party in our bedroom. We would copy each other’s homework and we shared the same friends. The only thing we didn’t do was fool our teacher’s as to who was who. Because we don’t look very much alike, this was an impossible task. Amy is still taller than me, doesn’t have any freckles, and is not as petite as I. She has a longer face and light brown eyes.
As we grew older, we grew apart. Our personalities were molding into two distinct people with different interests and outlooks. We wanted to be different. We didn’t want to be continually pushed into being the same person we had been during our childhood. My mom even dressed us the same. When Amy and I hit high school, it was time for change.
We tried to make ourselves as different as possible. She had short hair. I had long hair. She wore a style of clothing. I wore a different style. She hung out with her circle of friends. I had mine. The more diverse we were, the more accomplished we felt. As you can imagine, we were not the little girls holding hands like we used to be. We were determined to be different, and that’s just what we did.
High school was over, and college approached. Amy opted to stay home and go to community, and I selected a state school in the Pocono’s. We could finally escape the competitiveness; we could start over again without a twin. Not long after my first year away did I realize it wasn’t the same without her. She was a part of me, and I missed her. I proved this by my outrageous phone bills and many trips home on the weekends.
Enough is enough. I proved that I could survive without clean laundry everyday and an unmade bed. It was time to come home, and that’s what I did. Amy and I now attend SJU together and we couldn’t be happier. We aren’t as close as we used to be, and often find ourselves so busy that we only see each other already asleep for the night. We don’t share the same friends or share the same hobbies. We do however still share the same friendship we had for each other when we were kids.
Being a twin isn’t easy. It requires encouraging yourself and others not to look at twins as one person with the same interests. As twins there is a tendency to do all the comparing and not as much as the contrasting. We still don’t look alike, and most of the time share nothing in common. That’s what makes us so unique, but we will always be best friends for life.
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