When I think about my childhood I think about one person. The one person who stood beside me through all my good times, and was there to help me through all the bad times.
She was one of the very first people I met when I moved to Nova Scotia and she has been my best friend ever since. Even though she lives across the country from me and even though we don’t keep in touch all the time, she is still the longest friendship I have had, and she means everything to me.
Jasmine and I met in grade four when I moved from Ontario to Nova Scotia. She introduced herself to me and helped save me from the “wrong crowd” in grade four. She was awkward as hell, wearing shirts that had frogs on them that said “my pad or yours”, or one that said “let’s get physical”, but I was even more awkward since I was the token new girl in a new school. We clicked.
One of our first conservations was when I told Jasmine I was related to Mel Gibson and after that we were attached at the hip. (Jasmine if you don’t know already.. I was lying.. OOPS)
Growing up I wasn’t very close to my blood family, so I’ve always considered my friends family to me. Even though Jasmine may not be blood, she is family and I love her deeply. Times have changed and now Jasmine has a family of her own and I couldn’t be more proud of her.
I’m going to rewind for a minute because I have so many memories I want to share, but I just don’t know where to start. I could seriously write a book about the stuff Jasmine and I got into during our friendship, but a lot of those stories can’t be spoken about because they consist of teenage shenanigans. One thing I can share though is why we got matching tattoos.
When Jasmine and I were in our younger rebel stage we decided to get a little drunk, or should I say incredibly drunk. We drank anything and everything in our view (Don’t do that it’s a bad idea), and we chased it with chocolate milk because we were told that would make it better (it didn’t.. don’t do that either).
After we got drunk we thought it would be a great idea to go stargazing. That was a great idea in theory, and one of my favourite things to do but that night probably wasn’t the best time to go. We got so excited that we ran outside… in the middle of winter… we may or may not have had shoes on, I can’t remember. We walked down the block and flopped down in the snow and looked up at the sky. Eventually a cop car drove by us, and jasmine and I drunkenly looked up and said “It’s the police… RUN” and we ran home.
The next morning wasn’t the greatest day of our lives and we sure did paid for our stupidity. My duvet did too because again there may or may not have been vomit on it. I would like to say we learned our lesson that night about drinking, but we really didn’t.
Four years later jasmine and I wanted to get matching tattoos so we got four stars behind our ear to commemorate that incredible evening. I love that tattoo.
When things got bad with my blood family jasmine and her family welcomed me into their home and I lived with them for awhile. My life felt like there was a wrecking ball swinging through it and I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t want to deal with anything anymore. I went into the worst depression of my life and Jasmine was the one person who stood by me, and helped me get through it.
Today Jasmine lives in Nova Scotia with her beautiful daughter Rory and her boyfriend Nick. She is an amazing and beautiful woman. I’m so proud of her for all she has accomplished and I’m so happy she found love. Rory is by far the most beautiful child I have ever seen and I can’t wait to watch her grow up. (I just hope she isn’t as crazy as we were, but if she is I know Jasmine and Nick can handle it.)
The two of them have grown a budding teenage romance into a family, and seeing that makes me so happy.
Jasmine, if you’re reading this just know that no matter the distance between us you’re my best friend and will always be. You saved my life many times and some of those times you probably don’t even know about. You were there to pick up the phone after school and talk to me for hours, even though we were together all day at school.
You were there for me when I was crying and didn’t want to get out of bed because I thought my life sucked. You were there for me on my birthday when I had just gotten broken up with, with a rice crispy square or something with a candle in it. You let me borrow Susie so I could get my licence. We went to prom together, graduated together, and went to the same college together.
On that note, in a way you started my career for me. I only went to that college because you told me I should apply to something there so we could go to the same school. I decided to apply to the journalism program because I thought it would be alright, and looked where that got me! Thanks for that.
We have shared so many memories together and those memories will be forever cherished in my heart. We may have had our bad fights, but those fights I don’t remember anymore because the hundreds of good memories outshine them.
Thank you Jasmine. Thank you for being there and thank you for growing up with me. Thank you for doing donuts in the car with me and going on hour long adventures. Thank you for cooking grilled cheeses, vegetable soup and drinking pink milk with me. Thank you for leaving me in tears whenever you would do the Barbara voice and thank you for ruining the name Keefa for me.
Our friendship is like no other. Thinking about all we’ve been through and all the times we’ve spent together makes me smile. Thank you for being you, I love you.
“It wasn’t being a good friend.” – Jasmine Peverill