Here is a pic of me and my sister when we went to the kite show, I'm on the left, she's on the right.
The very first memory I have of my sister is stepping on her chest. Why? Because she asked me to, swear on my new pair of shoes. Now, whether I might have plunked in her mind that stepping on her might be a good idea well that is certainly a possiblity. This also means she was old enough to talk, so.... hmm.... yeah I guess she really didn't exist till age 2 or whenever one starts talking. I also convinced her that she was adopted. Fairly recently we couldn't find her birth certificate and I did the "I told you so" there was silence on the other end. No my sister is finally cool. After years her spilling my milk, making me get grounded, ruining my parties, being spolied, etc... she finally grew up and so did I. So boys, be good to her. Love ya sis. Man I'm getting soft.
I'm glad we both have grown up and can't belive you stepped on my chest~ don't remember that~ you must have been the one to initiate that. The birth certificate was found~ so NO I am not adopted! And one of my fondest memories was going to see a movie with you and mom and I asked what we were going to see. You guys wouldn't tell me and I kept complaining so you finally said we're going to see "The Whining Child." I was so curious to what it was about and realized when we got there that I was the whining child and the joke was on me. I'm glad to have you here in Milwaukee with me Gina! Love ya!
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