value - Kevin Pintauro February 7, 2007 Project 2, Draft 2...

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Kevin Pintauro February 7, 2007 Project 2, Draft 2 There are certain things in life that people greatly value. These things cannot be bought with money or be “obtained” in some way like a house or a car and are absolutely priceless. Things like family and friendship, thoughts and emotions, memories and experiences. They are what make us human. I too, greatly value all the human aspects of myself and my life, but what I value the most in life is my memories. In particular, the memories I have of my old friends; my first friends. Do you remember when you first met your first friend/s? Do you remember how and when you realized that you were friends? Does it even matter!? I initially met my first friends when I was both five and seven years old. When I was five, my family and I moved in to our new home in Pelham, New York, just north of Manhattan. It was the same house that my father had grown up in when he was a kid and where he had met his first friends. And wouldn’t you know it, one of those same friends was already living around the corner from our new home; just as he did while growing up with my father. Perhaps it was fate, or maybe it was just a coincidence, but my father’s two sons (my younger brother and me) and his friends’ two sons, also become first friends with each other. Two years later, another family moved in to the house behind mine. They too, had
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