Picture this. You are a sixth grader moving to a new town in the middle of the school year. You do not know a single soul in this new place, and you do not really have any relatives who live here. You are a complete stranger in what seems to be a whole new world. You are nervous as to who will be open to talking to you, and if anyone really would.

When I moved to my current town, approximately eight years ago, I was lucky enough to make new friends with my neighbors almost instantly. They had became my backbone in the town. It was all very relieving for me. Whenever I was bored, or needed someone to talk to about my childish teenage issues, I would always go next door.

In the past few years, one became particularly close. Even though our age difference is about seven years, we are still very close and I am very lucky to be able to call her my friend. My neighbor Kenzie, is a young teenager who is very mature for her age, can have fun with about anyone, is great with my baby sisters, and appears more intelligent than the rest of her age group. I can tell her absolutely anything, and she is there to listen. She is willing to do anything for anyone, no matter what mountains she has to take on in order to fulfill the tasks.

Throughout the years, I have seen her grow up since I had first met her when I first moved here. There are many great characteristics that she has: she is supportive, caring, and has the biggest heart out of anyone I know.

Many people become friends with their neighbors since they are only a few feet away, you see them almost very single day, and they are the ones who are there for particular events in your life. Also, it is very convenient, which makes it all the better.

I cannot express how great all of my memories of my neighbors are. From the fireworks on the Fourth of July every single year in front of our houses, to the birthday parties that we celebrate together, and to the many times that our neighbors have just gotten together to hang out. There are always laughs.

You also get great stories.

For example, Kenzie is known to be a klutz. At least once a year she gets hurt. There is a group of us who make jokes about her clumsiness. There is a sense of comfort when I am with this group.

That is what friendship is all about: comfort, support, and good times. This is exactly what I get from being such good friends with my neighbor.

I cannot wait to see what other memories I will be able to share with my neighborly friend.