*No, it's not even close to 55 words, but it's a conversation I had with my son when he was 5. So it's not even fiction, you'll live...
A little boy and his friend played and ran in the afternoon sun until it was time for dinner. Over the meal the child inquired, 'How long has he been my best friend?' His mother replied, 'Well, you've spent time together since you both were born.' Eyes brightened as the boy exclaimed, 'You mean he's been my best friend my WHOLE life?' In her mind's eye the mother saw baseball games, first cars, dorm rooms, two tuxedoed men standing at each other's weddings, backyard picnics with each other's families, decades of pranks and joys and sorrows, and two gray haired men reminiscing. She answered with a smile, 'Yes, sweetie. Treat each other right and that will really be something to say when you are an old man.'
I've avoided my high school reunions like the plague and there is no childhood friend I keep in contact with but college was a special time and there are some folks from that time and place I'd love to reconnect with and others I am so grateful I have kept up with.
It's very strange to be having kids going to the prom and friends with children who are thinking about marriage, children I held when they were babies. I thought I was still a kid myself, wasn't I? But it's a very good thing to be able to sit with an old friend who knows you, whose history is intertwined with your own.