I thought about her a lot after our friendship imploded. When our birthdays rolled around, I wondered what we’d be doing if we were still in touch
I was 26 when I lost my childhood friend. By that point, I’d known her for almost two-thirds of my life.
Our first conversation was at an ice-skating party when we were nine years old. I’d been nervous in the weeks leading up to the party because I couldn’t ice-skate. Every time the Spice Girls’ 2 Become 1 music video came on, the sight of Victoria Beckham singing on an ice rink filled me with impending doom. I was sure I would disgrace myself at the party.