I'm just gonna say it: in the ideal world, my best friend would probably be a 13- or 14-year-old boy.
Think Sean Astin's character, Mikey, in The Goonies.
Yup, we would be best buds. There is something endearing about that age when we know we are taking up the last adventures of our childhood. At that threshold of adulthood, we are holding onto our fanciful dreams and yet beginning to understand the deep and scary things of the world.
Why a boy? Because I have already gone on all the girl adventures! Hello! I had two younger sisters. We exhausted the typical list of girl-fun.
Now that I'm old (approaching the nearly-dead age of 22!), I want to be a tomboy. With my best friend, I want to do new things. I want to climb trees, play pirates, hunt dinosaurs, jump off buildings to see if I can fly. I want to be a cowboy, an Arctic explorer, a vulcanologist. I want to talk Star Wars, Transformers, Lord of the Rings--everything cool and dangerous! Golly gee, doesn't that sound like such fun?!
In the meantime, I suppose I will read about adventures and prepare myself. I'm currently sailing on the Dawn Treader with Eustace, figuring out what's wrong with the world alongside Ender, and solving perplexing mysteries with the help of Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson. It's amazing where books can take you!