There are different types of people in every friend group. You have the mother figure, the adventurist, the smartest one, the opinionated one, and the one who's down to do whatever, whenever (the wild child). Many times, someone possesses more than one of these qualities. However, the mother figure, once she becomes the mother figure, never retracts from that title.

After high school, I was the wild child who was always down to do whatever, whenever. But, so was she. She was, hands down, my partner in crime. If I could take you through our wildest times, you wouldn't believe half of them. I guess I should back up and say we weren't out having stupid fun and doing drugs or anything like that. But, man could we turn anything into a good time.

This girl introduced me to a man I continue to love with my whole heart, great people we randomly became friends with, her caring boyfriend, and so many more. There was nothing like coming home on break from school and seeing what we could get into. We were still pretty young, so we couldn't really tell our parents we were going to go be ridiculous until 7 a.m. Instead, we just simply said we were hanging out.

To the house parties in Wataga, living together for a month, four wheeling at 2 a.m., racing back roads home, family problems, stupid boys, and always giving our opinions, no matter what, here's to you. Here's to all our crazy times, the support we give one another, and the love we both found from "babysitting."

You see, this girl was an opinionated wild child who was always down to have a good time. I have always considered a lot of people friends, but I had two best friends throughout most of my college career. Freshman year, when it was just me and you, we FSU constantly. It was a blast.

This one became the mom of the group. I used to think it was a bad thing when the wild child became the mom. To me, it was almost like they gave up their own fun because they felt so responsible to make sure you were OK. For the last two years, though, she's been my mom friend. Always lecturing me to make sure I'm making good choices (unless he was involved), and not doing anything that would harm myself. As crazy as the times were that we had together, we still have great times. Not only is she my mom friend, she's a mom now. (Man, we did a great job babysitting, huh?) I've watched her grow into an amazing woman and I think I enjoy it just as much as before.

So I don't want this to be a "Thank you for all the old times, hope everything continues to go well." I want you to read this and remember how much fun it was. Malibu is still amazing. Apple pie will always be our favorite. We could put down bottles of homemade wine and not even know it. I'd babysit with you any day in that tiny house, to watch people fall over dog beds and light your bangs on fire. I'll take a trip to Steak 'n Shake with you and ask about the cookies. Bonfires will continue to be a must, so you and him and argue over who only knows. Your couch and Cubs blanket will always be another home (I'm still going to take that, by the way). Our Pontiacs will forever be filled with great stories, and your dad's house will always be a great laugh.

Although there's no longer four of us, only three, we will still have the same great times and live it up. When your son comes of age, I will let him know all about the crazy things the four of us did together (minus the details, I promise). I hope he gets a best friend with the same name as him and is just as crazy as he is. Thank you for everything. Just remember when I graduate in May, and if I ever (hopefully) leave again, it will be the same as last time.

With all the crazy times and love in the world,

Your (Forever) Wild Child Friend.

SCORE!