Remember what it was like to have a best friend? Even when the playground was crowded at recess, if you and your best friend were together it was like there was no one else around. You'd spend all day at school, walk home together, then call and talk on the phone for hours. That is until your Mom made you get off. My first best friend's name was Bronwyn, Bronnie for short. She was kind and beautiful. I loved her dearly. Even now, almost 60 years later, I can see her warm blue eyes, shy smile, and wavy dark brown hair falling to her shoulders. Then at the start of grade 3 a new school opened and half the students had to go there. Bronnie was one of them. I cried for weeks. Even though we'd see each other at our weekly Bluebird meetings and at Camp Mawavi in the summers, our invisible bond had been broken. We were never best friends again.