9th
No.. you can’t be my friend.
Looking back at this memory now I cringe with embarrassment.
I must have been around 8 or 9 years old. There was a new family in town and my parents being the lovely people that they are invited the new family over to our house.
I was upstairs in my room when my dad called me to come downstairs (I hadn’t heard the doorbell ring as I was listening to music otherwise I’d have been downstairs already). As I was walking down the stairs with my little legs I saw my dad at the bottom of the stairs smiling, and next to me was a little boy, who seemed exactly the same height and age as me.
“This is your new friend.”
You know in movies there is always that ugly loner guy with bottle glasses? They were like these glasses except with a white frame:
I remember the thoughts running around my head so vividly. I thought to myself “oh god, why does this have to happen to me?” and I just remember having this massive headache because I did not want that sort of friend. I did not want to have ugly friends! I cannot believe how superficial I was that day because I’m just not superficial at all! But he looked really bad with those glasses.
It was just his glasses. They even have sellotape on.
I shook my head almost as if my dad was giving me a choice. The same shake of the head I’d give if we were in a shoe store and my dad asked me if I wanted a pair of shoes that I didn’t like. Do you want this one?
No.. you can’t be my friend. I went upstairs feeling bad but ho-hum.
