Living two doors away, as she did in 1960.
She moved away, got married, got divorced, came home to take care of her elderly parents, kept the house after they died, and remarried. I never moved. But I still don’t see her very often, as she accompanies her husband on frequent business trips. Still – and the man who lives between us was born in 1963. We grew up together, and now we’re here. It’s a great neighborhood, and there’s a Facebook page for people who lived here as kids and moved back.
We were best friends & next door neighbors until my mid 20s. We coached Little League teams to championships together (I still have the trophies). Then he fell for this girl who didn’t really like his friends much and cut us out of his life one by one.
She and he bought a house about half a state away from where we grew up. I’ve seen him maybe 3 times since his marriage. I’ve never met his kids; he’s never met mine. 
I’ve been in touch with my best female friend (since age 5) continuously. She was super-smart so I’d always expected that she’d go away to some awesome college and have a great, creative career. Instead, she ended up, as the only child of her parents, taking care of both of them when they fell prey to chronic health problems (kidney dialysis for one, problems due to chronic alcoholism for the other) in her late teens, and never left our hometown. She’s a stay-at-home mom, in a marriage that seems kind of troubled from our outside view (considering the problems we get told by each of them separately at some of our visits).
I don’t know anyone who knows what happened to my oldest best male friend, who I’ve known since age 3 or so, through high school. Last I heard, he took off to be a writer, maybe to California, and maybe one of our other friends knew what was up, but that was a long time ago. He seems about as allergic to social networking sites as I am, as no one’s found him on Facebook or whatever. Whatever he’s doing, I hope he’s very happy.
There is money in being a pain in the ass specialist? Sign me up! Oh, wait, I read that wrong.
Elementary school BFF: just got her masters and is teaching middle school in California.
HS BFF: Mother of 9.
Other HS BFF: mother of identical twins, homeschools with medical issues.
That place is stunning.
She’s around, doing something or other. I think related to museum administration, but I’m not sure. Lives in Brooklyn in the neighborhood where we grew up, I understand. Might have had a baby recently. I don’t really pay attention.
We had a falling out in middle school that was never repaired, but our moms are best friends which is how I get the updates that I don’t pay much attention to.
He’s an EMT in Massachusetts, I believe.
She’s working at a branch library in our home town, and working towards an MLA. She lives with her pug. She bought a house. She has two nieces she dotes on. She is unhappily single and since she’s a militant Catholic prude, likely to stay that way. She’s the kind of person who only posts statuses on Facebook when someone has made her mad.
Having said all that, there was always something about her that made (women) flock to her as a friend. She leads a book group at the library that one of my mother’s friends is a member of, and is very popular with the group.
I wasn’t really friends with her, but I found out a couple of years ago that a girl I went to high school with is, apparently, quite famous within the world of cannibal fetishism.
Just reconnected with her on Facebook recently. She’s in human resources at a well-known chain department store. Think red and white. She also works in some capacity at a well-known Christian broadcasting network and has become very religious. And I might add, she looks great.
I like this thread. 
My first best friend was the other American in my school when I lived in England (ages 12-14 for me; he was a year older), and also lived in our neighborhood there. I have no idea where he is now. I know that he graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy in '91, but that’s it. His name is too common to Google. Sometimes I think about getting serious about finding him, but I always wind up assuming he doesn’t want to be found: my name is very uncommon, and I’d be easy to find if he wanted to.
Freshman year of high school I met a girl who wound up being my best friend for the next 16 years. We had a serious falling out in 2001 and didn’t reconnect until 2008, but I stopped being friends with her (again) six months ago because she deliberately resumed a relationship with a physically abusive, unstable (diagnosed borderline personality disorder) person. Regardless of whatever danger she was putting herself in, what really made me cut her off was that she could not put her young, disabled son’s needs ahead of her own (the person in question is not her son’s other parent). I wasn’t able to respect her anymore, and I can’t be friends with someone I don’t respect.
Those are the only best friends I’ve ever had; I haven’t had one in almost ten years.
My best friend all through jr. high and most of high school - we grew apart senior year. No real reason, no fights or anything; just grew apart. In fact, I remember carpooling with him to high school graduation rehearsal, and I think that may have been the last time we ever talked. I know we never talked after graduation. Again, there was no fight, no ill-will (at least certainly not on my part; none that I was ever aware of on his part). Pretty strange.
Last I heard, he was a ski pro in Aspen, CO. That’s about all I know.
My childhood best friend / kitty-korner neighbor was classically handsome, went to the best private schools and seemed on the fast track. We lost touch when he moved away after his parents got divorced, middle school sometime. I recently found him on Facebook (through his dad on FB, oddly) and he basically seems to be mid-30s, unemployed, bumming around the country a bit. Most of his updates on FB are pictures of his dog.
I think you win.
I’ve no idea what my best friend from school is now doing.
I lived all over the world growing up, so I have no idea what any of my childhood friends are doing. I moved to the U.S. as a junior in High School, and my closest friends from that time are:
Gunned down decades ago. My “second best” childhood friend co-owns a very popular Italian restaurant in NYC. We still talk once a week or so.
My best friend in high school apparently got heavily into some serious drugs after high school. Later he was convicted for child molestation, the victim was his own daughter. I was not aware when it was happening, but I learned later that he regularly beat his high school girlfriend. What a winner he turned out to be.
My best friend from high school is doing very well. Owns 3 homes in the U.S. his big ass paychecks come out of Hollywood, has worked with a series of well known actors under his direction and also dabbles in the music industry even making sucesses out of that . Very talented person.
Even though I lost touch with him, I’m still proud of him and happy for his sucess.
Early years,
one guy is a RE Agent
one is in prison
tweens…
Colonel in AF looking forward to retiring soon
Later teens
One is a deputy sherrif in orange county
another eeking out a miserable existence
I had several.
One is a warranty specialist.
One is a deputy D.A.
The other I totally lost track of.