Childhood
Friends
by Haley Hernandez
When I was little, my family moved around a lot. My dad was in the military so it was only
natural. These adventures are usually, when I look back on them, like a long roll of film condensed together. I can't really tell one from the other. They all just blur together, from San Francisco to Topeka, Kansas. That is, except for that one memory that stands out from all the others. I was about seven years old and had a really bad fever in the middle of the Winter. We had just finished driving to one of our many nomadic homes from North Carolina up to Pennsylvania.
"You'll love the house, I know it," Mom reassured like she always did. "And you make friends all the time. It shouldn't be hard."
"Carla, take it easy on him," Dad replied and his eyes flickered briefly to me while he drove. "Let's get a hamburger on our way."
Dad knew hamburgers were my favorite and bought me some. I ate quickly in the back, saying nothing because my throat was sore. I looked out the window and watched as the light snow flakes rained down and turned into heavy snow. Several kids were playing outside their