A few weeks ago, I told you about my best friend growing up named Michelle. While it's true that Mich was my BFF from about second grade on, what you didn't hear about was my first bestie, Megan. Before my family moved out to where Michelle lived, I used to live a lot closer to Megan (distance is pretty much everything when you're a child and have no way to get around).
ghastly picture was taken a million years ago at a wedding. Growing up, Megan lived a few blocks away from me. I remember spending the night with her almost every Friday and we would have pepperoni pizza and watch The Dukes of Hazard. I went to Disneyland with her for the first time, she introduced me to the Go-Go's, and she was basically my first ride or die. We did a pretty good job of staying in touch growing up, but eventually drifted off more than I would have liked.