My first best friend was Joanne and we met in kindergarten. She told me that boys kiss girls and introduced me to Guns n' Roses. She moved in the eight grade and I only saw her one more time. I friend requested her on Facebook recently, still waiting on that one. I guess she does not share the same nostalgia.
My first real friend as an adult I met when I was nineteen when I worked for a photo lab. Strangely it is also where I met my husband. We all worked together at one time or another.
He and I drove cross country, smoked cigarettes in coffee shops, drank underage in dive bars, ate cake while driving with no place to go, danced together, cried together and certainly laughed together. He was even my witness at my wedding.