Randy and I met in fifth grade; he was the new kid in town and I was in the “cool group.” So naturally “the group” chose a person, me, to check out the new kid’s credentials. We talked about his other school and his hobbies, a baseball fan: right here he was a hit. One thing was different about him: he was African-American. I thought he was cool and so did some of the other “cool” kids, but some thought that he was too different.
Right here, I knew that he was never going to make it in the popular crowd. One day, my best friend and I decided to visit Randy; he lived right down the street from me so it was no big deal. We rang the doorbell and Randy let us in; his father worked at night, so he was there also. We were introduced to his dad, the coolest guy, and decided to go to the park.
Randy told us that he had really appreciated us coming by, because he thought that no one liked him. I hate to say that it was true, but it was; of course, we completely lied and told him that everyone thought he was cool. I knew we couldn’t tell him the truth, it would break the poor kid. As time passed we became very good friends, and to my surprise he did become popular.
Randy was one of those kids who was good at everything, especially basketball; I, on the other hand, was not. So one day, I went to his house and we played basketball. Actually, we really didn’t play basketball at all, he taught me the game. He patiently taught me all the moves; the cool thing was I began to enjoy the game. Randy would not move on to a new skill unless I had completely perfected the one before.
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The sport of basketball is known as a fun past time for any person young or old. Basketball is a great way of exercise and a great way to have fun with friends and possibly make some new ones. I love to watch and play the game; basketball is a very entertaining sport and can be played by anyone. Seeing all the cool three-pointers and dunks and jumps makes it look incredibly difficult where it is ...
It was the first time someone actually forced me to learn a game, and because of this I grew to love it. As a matter of fact, I would go to his house after school every day and he would teach me a little more; I was anxious to learn what he would teach me next. I was becoming a real pro. There was just one problem, I couldn’t really keep up with him, because I had very bad Asthma. It affected me in every way, I couldn’t run as quick and I would get tired easily, but he would push me to my limits.
I can remember it was near the end of fifth grade, and in gym we had to run the mile. So as usual, I decided to walk behind everyone else. Randy saw me doing this and stopped, so I could catch up with him. He looked at me and said, “Come on, Locks we ” ll run this one together.” I just looked at him and laughed. So he then went behind me, and started pushing me.
I got the picture and started to run. While we were running, we talked. Randy told me about moving away soon, because his mother was offered a new job for better money. I was furious at what I was hearing.
I told him he shouldn’t move because he had just started to fit in, and it’s horrible when kids start to fit in and then have to move. They have no real sense of friends, and Randy had just started to make some of his closest. We kept on talking, but I didn’t realize what Randy was doing. As soon as he started talking, he would pick up his pace; and me being such a chatterbox, I would keep up with him just to talk. I didn’t realize this until I looked behind me to see that we were ahead of the rest of the class. I felt this burst of energy come over me as I looked over at Randy, smiled and laughed, “Is that all you ” ve got?” He laughed and sprinted forward.
There was no way that I was going to allow him to beat me; I mean hey I made it this far why not finish first. So I ran my heart out using every little bit of strength that I had. Randy slowly got ahead of me and I fell behind. As he got closer to the finish line, he looked back and saw me. So once again Randy slowed down and caught up with me. He looked at me and said, “Is that all you got?” He knew how to pull my strings and I hated that, so I had to run faster.
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To make it easier on me, we talked as we ran; again I lost track time and noticed that we were in the lead again. We had just turned the last curve before the finish line, and we bolted. We had to be first; I told him that I was going to beat him the whole time, and as soon as we were about to cross the finish line he stopped. Immediately I put on the brakes and said “Are you okay?” Randy looked at me and said, “Look down!” So I did; I had crossed the finish mark. I was the first kid to finish the mile; he looked at me and said ” the first time always the best.” I looked at him and started laughing; he tricked me into winning the race, and I didn’t really care. He knew how to push me, and he did throughout the mile.
It was the first time ever that I finished the mile first, and ran it under seven minutes. I knew right there that he was truly my best friend. In the months following, we became the best of friends, but in May his parents told him that they were moving to Highland Park. This made all of us quite upset because we all knew him so well: he was like a brother to us. So May came and went, and so did Randy. It was quite sad; here’s a kid who found a place where h fit in and now, he was taken away.
I felt so depressed when he left; I felt like he was going into the army, never to return. About a month later, my parents were reading the newspaper and discovered an article that they thought I should really see. I looked at the title; it read Racism Drives a Family Out. As I kept reading, I realized it was about Randy. His mother wrote an article to the Park Ridge Advocate, and said that due to racial violence’s that her son experienced he had to leave Park Ridge. I read the article and wanted to scream.
The story was completely fictionalized; not one word was true in the article. Some of the content was how her son, Randy, was accepted at first because of his light skin. The children thought he was Hispanic and accepted him, but as soon as they figured out he was black he was segregated. Randy’s mother even said that he was made fun on the playground and that kids would yell racist slurs at him or even beat him up; neither of these events ever happened. She wrote with such harsh words, and even said that he didn’t have a single friend at school.
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MY IMAGINARY FRIEND Unlike so many children my age, I had an imaginary friend. When I had no one to play with, she was always there. Her name was Sarah, she was everything that I was not. Sarah had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was petite and always wore the coolest clothes not hand-me-downs like me. No one ever made fun of Sarah! Sarah came to me one day while I was swinging on my front porch. I ...
How could she say that, I was over at their house every day, and he always was out with “the boys.” Still to this day I don’t know what possessed her to write the article, and I don’t know if I could forgive her. At that point, I think she really changed the attitudes of how we, as fifth graders, looked at other people. She really changed our views on life, and to this day I know people from my school who have trouble relating to African- Americans. I don’t agree with that, but a part of me can see where they ” re coming from. I wondered, for years, if Randy had something to do with the article. I think if I ever found out he did, I don’t know how I would react.
I don’t know if I could look back and say he was my best friend. Best friends shouldn’t lie about things like that; it’s almost worse to make up a story, when it hasn’t happened. It makes a person look pathetic and attention hungry. Well, if he did have something to do with the article; he sure got our attention, but not the right kind.
