“Will I travel to the moon?” I ask my Grandma who is always with me.“You can travel anywhere, my dear” she says. I nod, tilt my head upward to gaze into her trusting eyes and smile. She smiles back, teeth visible.
I think most of us remember our first childhood friend – the first person outside of your immediate family whom you share a piece of yourself with, completely unguarded and natural. The friendship forms and blossoms quite smoothly during an innocent time before there is much conditioning from the world around us. This was my experience at least.