The Evolution of Friendship
When I was a small child, my family lived in a trailer park in Inver Grove Heights. It was there, amidst my humble surroundings, that I met my best friend Amy who lived two trailers down from me. From the age of two, we became inseparable. Through random photos and a slightly hazy memory, I can recall the two of us playing "whale" in a little pool in my yard. We spent hours in the sandbox, took trips to the beach with Amy's mom, who served as my daycare provider for a while, and cheered our dads on as they totaled cars in the occasional demolition derby. We went to our first Sunday School class together, and played in the back of my dad's van (black '70's version). Life in the trailer park was simple, and so was our friendship. We shared dolls and other toys and most of all, giggles. Just before Kindergarten, my parents built a new house and we moved to Apple Valley. Around this same time, Amy's family moved to Cottage Gro...