“Best friend” can sound like a silly, childish term to many people. It conjures up images of playground arguments between little girls, but it is a term that is dear to my heart. I met Jocelyn in 1974, in Mrs. Ball’s kindergarten class. I was four years old and she was five. Over the course of a year spent huddled over the sand table and the craft centre, we became friends. I can’t remember who started the first conversation... > Full Story