I've had a good amount of experience with secrets; keeping them, finding them, having them, and so on. This experience is mostly from my elementary school years when my friends and I were wrapped up in all the little things like who your best friend was (It's her and not you!), which boy wanted to hold your hand (Ack! Cooties!), how mean your friend was acting (She called me dumb!) or who stole your yogurt at lunch (A serious offense). At some point, lets say fourth grade, two of my best friends were fighting. I, being young and curious, asked one of them (lets call her Friend A) what was going on. She told me that our other friend (Friend B) was bothering her (Friend A) because she wouldn't tell why she wasn't at the birthday party on friday. I nodded because that made perfect sense and didn't press any farther.
But then, for a reason that still escapes me, she (Friend A) told me her secret, claiming that I could be trusted. This secret (fairly large for a fourth grader) was one that would be bad if Friend B found out, so I agreed not to tell. Yet, for the next few days I couldn't get rid of the butterflies in my stomach that came every time I saw Friend B. I stayed up late worrying, my grades dropped a little, and even my mom started asking if everything was okay.
It all worked out in the end (we were in fourth grade, it's amazing it lasted the week), but I still remember the feeling of keeping a secret you never wanted in the first place.
