Dandelion Fuzz, by Paige Zimmerman

We grew up together, me and her. I spent my whole early childhood at her house. I remember running home from school to have tea parties with fresh baked cookies and the plastic china set. Early summer was her favorite. The long awaited escape from school, playing till dusk, and the dandelions. Oh how she loved to squeeze her eyes shut, make a wish, and blow the fuzz out into the open air. We were best friends, me and her. To bad she grew up and blew me away like dandelion fuzz. To bad I was just her imaginary friend.