The first friend I really remember (because of course my parents have told me stories about friends I’ve had as a kid but there’s one I clearly remember) was this kid named Mikey.  I was about 8 years old, and my dad was getting remarried and moving to a new house.  He lived next door to us.  We hung out a lot and I remember making up “Bucky O Hare” stories and playing them out in his backyard and stuff.  They ended up moving when I was 11 and I was really sad, but I ended up meeting the girl who is still like my sister today  ^^