This photo is my special keepsake because it is the last memory I have of my best friend, Brad, before he was sent to the war in Iraq. Brad and I have been very good friends for the past ten years. Our friendship has lasted so long because of his dedication and communication skills. If he wasnâ€™t so diligent about keeping in touch while over seas, I donâ€™t know if we would still be as close. He was the first person I met when moved to Satellite Beach and the last person I saw before I moved to Jacksonville. .
June 16, 1993, I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was the day I moved to Satellite Beach and the day I met Brad Faulkner. From my kitchen window, I could see out to the golf course and I could see a little boy fishing in the lake. I didnâ€™t know any kids, so I went out to meet him. The boyâ€™s name was Brad and since there werenâ€™t many children in the neighborhood, we became very close friends. At the time I was eight, and Brad was ten. .
When I was younger, I was I was quite the â€œtomboy.â€ Whenever he would go fishing, I would always tag along. Then around fifth grade I discovered that boys had cooties! I wanted nothing to do with Brad or any other boys. We lost touch for a few years. During Junior High Brad attended private school and I public school. We would see each other ever now and then, but not exchange much more than a â€œHello.â€.
When I got to High School, Brad had grown up! He wasnâ€™t the same boy next door that I used to run around and play tag with. Brad was a junior with a car, and I was a lost little freshman. My friends thought I was so cool because I had an upperclassman acknowledging my presence! Throughout my freshman year Brad and I began to hang out again. He would give me rides to school and take me out on weekends. .
As the end of his senior year drew near it was time for him to make some very important decisions regarding the future.