My first house in Texas was literally 100 steps away from my best friend, Caroline. We met through our older siblings, who carpooled to school together. It was in 2000, when I was one year old, that I met my best friend. They say that once you are friends with someone for 7 years, that the friendship will last forever. I am a firm believer in this, as it has been 20 years and we are still as connected as ever. It was a cold, wintery day in Texas and little Lindsey and little Caroline were up to no good as usual. Caroline's older brother Carter told us to go to her room. Us, being the little terrors we were at 3 years old, went into Caroline's room to scheme up a plan. Carter and his friend, Mason, came to her door and started banging on it, trying to bother us. When we wouldn't open the door, they started shoving crayons and other pens under the door to try and get us to open it. Now, I'm sure at this point in the story, you know what happened. Of course being 3 years...