Who was your childhood best friend, and what’s the story of how you lost them?

My childhood friends are the Cartoon Network but unfortunately they closed

I had four mates: Marco, Chico, Pippo, and Roberto. We lived in paradise. One day, a strange organiser offered Marco and me a race saying the prize would be out of this world. We were poor, so we signed up, hoping it would change our lives. The race began. Marco and I were better than everyone. I won. The organiser handed me the trophy with a strange smile and said... Here's your out of this world prize... I opened the trophy. A whirlpool appeared and pulled me in. I was thrown into the human world. Turns out, the prize really was out of this world. Now I'm dealing with the consequences---> back pain, taxes, and bills. Never be greedy. Every decision comes with a cost. I wonder if Marco still remembers me...

We didn’t really ‘lose’ each other, life just went in different directions. One day you’re inseparable, next you’re just memories

Jon. We were closer than brothers, or so I thought, for 20 years. He was there for everything in my life, and I was there for everything in his. Hell, I was the best man at his wedding.   Well, I'd been with my GF Emily for about six years when I broke it off with her. Jon tried to cheat on his wife with her, less than 48 hours after we'd split, and in doing so, said every mean, cruel thing about me one could possibly say (she showed me the texts). That ended our friendship.   Six months later he divorced his wife while she was in a mental ward due to shit he'd done.   Two months later he got raided by the FBI for CP and now he's doing 20.

We're still friends. We both moved away, don't live anywhere near each other, and haven't seen each other in years but we stay in touch and chat every now and then.

I became best friends with a neighborhood kid just before kindergarten started. He enlisted in the US Marines to escape a horrible family situation and was killed In action April 19, 1968 in Quang Tri Province South Vietnam.

haven't lost this person, they're still a part of my life but we are certainly not bestfriends. I have known them since we were one and i loved them dearly, but they were the reason behind why I was bullied later and they would reveal my secrets to others. I realised this isn't a person I would want to be friends with but cannot lose them entirely because we are part of a big friend's group and i do not want to disturpt things there hence now we are just friends and i do not talk to them much, do not tell them things much and keep a safe distance. i always cringe when they call me their bestfriend but they are the kind of person who calls 10 other people their bestfriends and hence i don't pay much heed to that

His family moved away when were 10. We had been best friends since we were 3. To this day I really miss him.

They were imaginary, I grew up and lost my imagination

Jenny - we met in third grade when her family moved into the house across the street. We became instant besties and hung out all the time. I spent a lot of time at her house, but one day she told me that her dad didn't want me coming over because he said I touched things in the house too much, and he didn't like it. I don't recall doing this, ever. I was a pretty decent kid, and it was kind of out of nowhere and felt weird. Anyway, we'd still hang out at my place, and we'd often toss a baseball back and forth across the street to each other when we weren't allowed to hang out. One morning, I woke up and saw towels in the bathroom that were bloody. I asked my mom what happened. She told me that when she was getting ready for bed and winding down with some wine, Jenny came pounding on the door. She was bloody and crying. She said her mom had been trying to leave her dad while he was at work, but he came home and caught them packing the car. He chased them into the house and cornered them in the bathroom. Jenny and her mom broke the bathroom window, and Jenny climbed out and then ran to my house for help. The police got there in time, but her dad had been attacking the door to the bathroom with his machete and was threatening to kill her. I didn't see or hear from Jenny again for about 20 years, when she popped up as a friend request on Facebook. I added her, we talked a bit, but we didn't have much in common anymore, so aside from a quick catch-up, that was it. Her constant ultra-right-wing Christian posting got on my nerves super fast, so I deleted her.