Posted June 12th, 2012 by Jen Bryant

We begin our friendships in many ways. Share a story about the circumstances in which you met one of your closest—or most unlikely—friends. Enter it in the comments accompanying this blog entry.

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» Vicki said: { Jun 12, 2012 - 04:06:06 }

In high school, I became friends with my chemistry lab partner because we both continually broke glassware without intending to do so. She had always attended a private, all-girls school so she needed translation into public school and I admired her fervor for discovery. Some very good things come out of high school!

» Chandler said: { Jun 12, 2012 - 07:06:20 }

When I was in kindergarten, I was walking on the narrow beam that separated the grass from the swings. One of the girls (who is and always has been a midget) walked past me. I didn’t see her as I was quite tall at the time. I slipped on a wet spot and nearly fell on her. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her I was “Walking On A Bridge Escaping From Evil Crocodiles.” She asked to join me and has been my pal ever since. So a hint on making new friends: Nearly crush them!

» Phyllis Karpen said: { Jun 13, 2012 - 06:06:34 }

I was very happy at home, raising my two children. When my youngest entered 1st grade, my husband suggested that I go back to school and work towards a masters in reading. I fought him tooth and nail. Nothing could get me to go back! He said try it, and if you don’t like it, quit. Well, I loved it and while attending graduate classes at Syracuse University, I met this quirky, young woman, who for some reason took a liking to a middle aged mom. We received our diplomas together and are now best friends…the kicker, we also work together in a middle school, sharing a room as reading teachers. Thanks goes to my husband for kicking me out of the house!

» Maria Gianferrari said: { Jun 13, 2012 - 07:06:45 }

I used to work in an immigration law office, and I was working to help two vets from Switzerland obtain visas to come to the states with their entourage of pets: two cats & a dog. We had to pull a few strings with their employer, and write letters for the bank for them to purchase a home (since they were unable to find a pet-friendly rental). They later helped me immensely when I had to put my own dog to sleep nearly 10 years ago. We’ve been friends ever since!

» Lisa said: { Jun 14, 2012 - 01:06:59 }

As a college freshman I took badminton as a “gym” requirement. I didn’t mind playing all that much, but the instructor mostly made us sit on the bleachers and talk about the rules–endlessly!–and badminton rules are not the most compelling literature you’ve ever read. So I spent a lot of time hiding out in the locker room, where I met another woman who was also hiding out. Many, many years have gone by since then, but we are still great friends! And our conversations are so much more interesting than badminton rules.

» Elaine said: { Jun 21, 2012 - 06:06:12 }

My life long friend and I met less than a year old though our older siblings and parents. However one of the things I love about our relationship is how it keeps evolving as the years pass. We have taken different paths, spread our wings, and after 33 years still could not be closer. She never judges me, always supports me, and understands my whole picture. I respect her honesty, tact, and strength. She is the first to call me on my birthday and sings to me every year! I know that no matter where life takes us or how the world changes, Dara and I will always be friends.

» chinnu said: { Jun 25, 2012 - 01:06:46 }

In literature, our entire class went to the school book fair. I walked with a girl to the fair, and we looked at interesting things like bobble head pens and iPhone erasers. We were looking around, and I helped her find a book to buy at the fair. The next day, I decided to move somewhere else because this one boy at my lunch table made really weird jokes, and he didn’t stop, even if someone else would ask him to. So I thought… why not just sit with the girl at the book fair? She looked like she was bored, and she wasn’t talking to anyone. So, I sat with her, and it turns out, we had a lot of laughs. At lunch, she was holding an M&M in her hand, and I accidentally smacked it and sent it flying in the air, inches away from our principal! We were cracking up like crazy, and we still laugh about that today. I got to know her really well, and found out that we have a lot in common, such as our likes and dislikes. Later on, we became good friends and we would do things together, like hanging out at each other’s houses, going to the Bowling Palace, working on a project together, etc. We are now pretty much best friends.

» Jen Bryant said: { Jun 26, 2012 - 11:06:27 }

Thanks to everyone who’s posted their stories so far! I have truly enjoyed reading them and hope you’ll all stay “tuned” to this blog for more contests and news about forthcoming books.

» Laurie said: { Jun 28, 2012 - 06:06:26 }

I took my red-haired 4-year-old son to a new day care and was waiting to get him registered. Another woman who was there with her 2-year-old commented that she also had a son with red hair. It turned out he was about my son’s age, and she lived around the corner from us, so we decided to arrange for the boys to meet and have a play date. I remember going to their house and sitting in the living room, having a somewhat awkward conversation with her and her husband while our sons (and her other children, the 2-year-old boy and a 6-year-old girl) got to play. She and I got to be great friends, and still are to this day – 20 years later. We laugh about how it felt like we were “interviewing” each other in that first meeting in the living room, finding out if it would be okay for our sons to be in each other’s care.

» Les Bryant said: { Jun 28, 2012 - 03:06:51 }

This will be short and sweet. I had just finished my second year of college and had returned home for the summer. My best friend from high school, also home from his college, talked me into going to a dance at the city park. I didn’t want to go but he was very persuasive. We went; I really didn’t want to be there and was a real grump. I hung around for a while then danced with a girl I had seen in high school years before but had never spoken to. She is now my wife of 56 years.

» Shannon said: { Jun 28, 2012 - 04:06:42 }

Over the years, I’ve had many different friends, both short-term and long-term. While many of my childhood and high school friends have come and gone, through the course of life, I’ve also cherished so of my friends, who’ve come along in adulthood. One of my friends, became very close to me, as a result of my involvement in the PTA at my children’s school. Our friendship has grown over a mutual interest in art, crafting, thrifting and chatting. Of course, parenting was the common thread that began this friendship, but it has woven into much more.

» Steve said: { Jun 29, 2012 - 02:06:13 }

Back in 1984, around January, I got a call from a creative writing instructor at our area vo-tech. I had taken her class several times, and it had evolved into a writing group more than a class, with shifting membership. I had missed the previous quarter’s session, and the instructor said there was a new member of the group, Carol, who wrote the sort of thing I was writing at the time (science fiction/fantasy). She thought I’d enjoy meeting Carol and comparing our stories. So I signed up and rejoined the group/class in March. Untold writing sessions, science fiction conventions, trips to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival, and a stained-glass community ed class that turned into a career, Carol and I are still together. Orwell was wrong–1984 wasn’t such a bad year after all!

» James Armstrong said: { Jun 30, 2012 - 09:06:54 }

Music can be the language of friendship. Last year i was fortunate enough to take a trip to Vienna, Austria for a music festival where I played the piano. As a guest pianist, a young woman from Rome, named Carlotta, performed for us. She played beautifully, especially my favorite Rachmaninoff, and at that time i was so inspired that we exchanged a few emails, mostly with pictures because she speaks Italian and I speak English. We met in Italy recently when my family visited. She showed me her conservatory and we played the piano together. Although I am 12 and she is 22, it was like we were connected even though we could not communicate through language – we were communicating through music and having so much fun. We had lunch in the wonderful city of Rome and laughed when our waiter dropped our pizza on the floor. Words are not necessary to be friends. She would love to visit the United States and play in New York City sometime. I look forward to seeing her again, but until then we share one common bond, the love of playing classical piano.


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