I love looking through old photo’s, which is why this assignment was difficult for me; I spent most of the time reminiscing over old photo’s rather than deciding which one I was going to choose to write about. Finally I came across the perfect photo.
The photo was taken in my high school cafeteria on the last day of school of my junior year. In the photo is me and one of my good friends Malcolm. Malcolm was a year older than me, and played football for his entire high school career while I was a cheerleader. I had the honor to sit with Malcolm during lunch my junior year and we became really great friends. My high school took great pride in our football team as we were state champions for three consecutive years. Through sitting with Malcolm I got to know him as a friend rather than the star football player. He treated me as if I was his younger sister, and my mom treated him as if he was the son she never had. Every Monday I would bring homemade brownies that my mom would bake especially for Malcolm after we would win our games on Friday; Malcolm always scored the majority of the touchdowns.
On the last day of school I asked Malcolm to take a picture with me because with his level of talent I knew he would become a professional football player someday. Malcolm modestly smiled and said he would take a picture with me simply because he was my friend. Malcolm was graduating that year and going on to play football at Ohio State, which is part of the Big 10 Conference. There, Malcolm would plat as a wide receiver and a defensive back.
This past year Malcolm was selected during round 1 of the NFL draft and drafted to the New Orleans Saints. I did keep in touch with Malcolm throughout my sophomore year of college. I haven’t talked to him recently but I always this about the friendship we shared and how although he was a star on Friday nights to all of our fans, in school he was simply one of my best friends. I’m honored to say that I know someone who plays in the NFL, and am even more proud of all of Malcolm’s accomplishments.
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