|Me, our little friend and my sister|
V is for Valentine
Girls and one boy.
That's the way many childhood events were — two against one. The twin factor never bothered me. It certainly didn't bother this little boy, who appears to have everything under control.
My sister and I shared many things growing up such as friends, toys, birthday parties and several hair pulling fights.
I'm the good twin after all and my sister Tracy is the evil one. If she's talking, you may hear she's the good twin and I'm the evil one. This memoir stuff is tricky when siblings are involved. Everyone has a different version of the story.
I don't believe this is a Valentine's Day picture (we'll see if my parents are really reading this blog), but the photo makes me recall a few Valentine's Days.