My dad always had plenty of good friends. When I was younger, all 15 of them would join us every Saturday for a party at our house. The party would last for hours and continue until well after 3 am. Of course the only reason I

enjoyed these parties was because I became good friends with their children. There were 3 guys and 2 other girls who were around my age. The years went by and along with our ages our dads' friends circle also grew. A new

friend popped up every party with atleast 1 other child and we embraced these new playmates. I was around 8 at the time while Nick was 8, Devin was 9, Joe was 11, Kevin was 14, Lily was 9, and Maya was 13. Sure enough we all

became very close and became the best of friends. Unfortunately, I didn't remain friends with them for long. Soon after my 10th birthday I lost touch with them. I don't know why I stopped talking to them but we eventually grew

apart. That was 7 years ago. I'm 15 years old now and I learned just yesterday that I had a chance to meet them again. Before we broke apart, we all used to go on a annual trip to Whistler Village during the summer. The tradition

came to an abrupt halt a year after I stopped making contact but our parents decided to rekindle the tradition this year. I was really excited, this would have been the perfect place to see them again! The memories of Whistler with

my childhood friends were priceless! The beautiful rapids we trudged across, the trip in the gondola, the running and laughing on the beach with our bare feet…these were all fond memories and I just couldn't wait to go again. We

had been best friends then and I didn't expect any less of our relationship when we would all join up at Whistler three days from now. I never realised how much I really missed them until now. I spent so much time with them

before and I regret breaking my friendship with them. Lily and I had been the closest out of all of them, since we had known each other the longest. She was also Devin's sister. Nick, Joe, and Kevin were brothers while Maya had a

4 year old brother named Caleb. Now these boys aren't what I'd call hot stuff. They were rather chubby boys who played video games all day. I got along with them but trust me I wasn't friends with these guys because of their

looks. But hey, I can't really be talking since I had been a fairly chubby kid myself back then. I'm quite proud to say that over the years I had lost weight and achieved an athletic and toned body. I still had my brown wavy hair and

my dark almond shaped eyes. I was still Shannon and I was ready to meet my old friends!