when I was a infant...
I did not know what a friend is... and was not necessary
when I joined first standard... I felt the girl who was weeping along with me was friend
When I got upgraded to third standard... Some one lent me a pencil and I called him friend
When I was in fifth standard...We together sneaked into wayside farm and grabbed tender mangos I felt he is also a good friend of me
When I was in seventh standard...My friend helped to copy in final exam Without whom it would have been difficult for me to get into high school.