It is hard to imagine anyone without friends, and yet there are perhaps millions of individuals who long so much for a friend but go through life friendless.
I did some research recently on High School Prom Nights and came up with a not-so-surprising-to-me statistic about something that has been cherished for 80 years
Growing up "dirt poor" in the mountain communities of West Virginia during the Great Depression, “homeless” usually meant that one had no family. I was a product of “Appalachia” 30 years before John F. Kennedy discovered it.
I’ve been told that I have a memory like a steel trap. It is true that I can remember details from age three, even as to what someone was wearing and the topic of conversations. I don’t know why, but it has always been that way with me.