I miss my best friend Ben. He was tall with brown hair and always had a smile on his face. He always wore a tracksuit because he was a keen sportsman. He still runs as I have actually run the EMF with him within the past two years. That was the last time I saw him.
I loved his determination, fighting spirit and the fact that we had so much in common. The one thing I didn’t like was that whenever he came round to ours for tea, he would always steal the sausages. We loved going to the Figgate Park with our parents to play tig because it was our favourite game. The best memories I have of him are when we all went to Blinkbonnie for camping and he went off to the compost cubicle and came back only to face-plant in mud! SPLAT!
I also remember when we made a trap for our siblings by tying a rope hovering across the floor and a disco ball on the ceiling so when they looked up at the disco ball on the ceiling they would trip over the rope.
The other thing that I remember about him is that I was the boy in the gigantic turnip and I didn’t want to be so he very kindly volunteered to switch places in the play.
If I were to see him again I would say I’m looking forward to this weekend! Because we’re going camping with them and I can’t wait!