The title of my best friend cannot belong to a single person. For good friends are all different, in personality, character, likes, dislikes, similarities and affiliations. All are unique and their differences is what makes them my friends. Being asked to choose the best of those good friends is like trying to choose your favorite parent. It simply cannot be done. Though they may be opposites, it is those differences that make it hard to choose. Even if one were to choose a best friend, it would be based upon the whims and impressions of that time period. In a few weeks, or after a fight, the best friend would become someone else. So, no, I do not have a best friend, simply a great number of good friends.

One of my friends is short than I, with curlier and lighter hair as well. Though we only share one sport, we find ourselves playing tennis more than nearly everything else. For us, the tennis court is a place of relaxation and privacy, despite the constant mechanical stare of the camera peeking around the school building. It is somewhere where we can do and say whatever without a listening ear or stray eye. Countless summer nights we have found ourselves at the tennis courts sometimes playing a match, other times just hitting around. Most nights, other join us for a round of doubles. The courts have become our home by default. We’ve even decided to camp out there at some point. It was soccer, however that originally brought us together and through sports, tennis or soccer, we have remained close. His dad brought together a group of young kids from the local area. Together we played soccer for 8 years and lost only 6 games. Unsurprisingly, my core group of friends represents those on the team. Him and I also share many classes, though mostly electives and through these electives we find new similarities in our personalities and experiences that make us closer as individuals. In short, each one of my good friends and I share a history together and, because of that, many character similarities. Never in my wildest dreams, could I chose just one to be my “best friend.”