From age six to right now I’ve been split apart from my friends before I could do anything to keep in touch, which I currently regret.

At age six it was time for Elementary School and not all of my friends were going to the same school. Me, my best friends Emily, Olivia, and Jacob, all were going to one school, and our other friend, John, went to a seperate school. Eventually, Olivia moved to John’s school, and I forgot about Jacob being at my school. And then, before I knew it, I’d never see Jacob again. Now in middle school, I have reunited with Olivia, however Emily and I aren’t best friends like we were before, and John can’t recognize me because I now have changed a lot with glasses and stuff like that.

Tip One is to always remember your buddies! Don’t forget them, or they won’t bother to ask to keep in touch when they move because they’ll think you just don’t care about them anymore.

In first grade, I had two bus and classmate buddies: Brittany and Ariel (by the way, Brittany suggested this site to me, so we’re still best friends!) We had good times and were the typical best friend group you’d see all the time with little girls. It’s so long ago, I can’t remember if Ariel even told us she was moving away, and by the time we figured it out it was too late. But Brittany moved a lot but eventually came back in fifth grade and we’ve been friends ever since.

Tip Two is to make sure you know if someone is moving away or not, if you’re moving tell all your friends. And make sure to always find some way, any way, to come and see them again, just one last time. Like on vacation or something.

My best friend Conrad and I were always great friends, we’d known each other since we were two becasue our parents were friends. But because of location, I always would see him at least once a year. We’d go to Busch Gardens in Williamsburg, Virginia, about four hours from where I live and about ten minutes from where he lived. We’d have such a good time, and when we leave I’d be really sad, my brother would try and do something with me on the way home, but our parents would tell him to leave me alone for a while because I’d miss him already. Years went by, and one day Dad said Conrad was moving to Hawaii. The next time I saw him, when I left it took me the entire car trip home to recover. I’d never see him again. We do occasionall email, but it’s not the same.