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Small hair, almost as tall as me, but better than my face, better looking than me. Often praised by neighbors. Naturally, I became a foil to my hair, but this did not affect our friendship.

I still remember when I was a child, we liked to carry our schoolbags and go home arm in arm. After the rain cleared that day, a lot of water accumulated in the small pit on the road. Mix and I chatted and hurried home. A naughty boy tried to step on a puddle and spilled sewage on our trouser legs. At first, it was a kind reminder. I didn't expect that the more I felt bullied, the more I followed us, and my whole pants were wet. I can't bear it any longer. I suddenly ran over, grabbed the naughty boy's clothes and slapped him a few times. Unexpectedly, I angered the naughty boy and tried to hit me with my backhand. My hair suddenly flew into a rage, and I rushed to join the fight. In the end, all three of us were scolded, but when I was young, I couldn't help talking to him, and I couldn't help but get addicted and give myself a sigh of relief.

My childhood was not only when I was killed, but also when I was studying. Every Monday, she would come to wait for me early. I still remember that every time she would say that the powder in my house was too white, so we should add more crispy rice. Because we are in the same class, we will help each other when we meet things we don't understand, which makes other students envy us. I remember once, the school held a speech contest, and both she and I were shortlisted. But we don't regard each other as opponents, but correct each other, hoping that each other can achieve excellent results. In the end, we both won the prize and became a story in our class, saying that we were better than gold.

Indeed, the bits and pieces of memories I spent with my childhood are as warm as ever. Now, although we are not in the same city, we always keep the closest contact, and I believe our friendship will last forever.