Highschool graduation picture.
Kay, here's the deal. Me and Michelle have been sisters for about...
well, all my life. We got along fairly well when we were little.
I would get a toy, she would suggest we "share it", we'd share the toy.
We used to play barbies a lot and have little "parties" with all our dolls
and stuffed animals. It was a lot of fun. We also used to sneak
around the house and "spy" on everybody. We made up all kinds of
dumb (but awesome) little games, like fire fire fire floor (see her webpage
for more on that) and stuff like that. We even made up our own languages.
I EVEN remember the very first time she stuck up for me. We were about
5 and 3 or 7 and 5 or something like that ,and I did something bad, and
my mom said she was gonna smack my butt or something like that. Michelle
said (in her high pitched squeaky little girl voice) "You're not gonna
hit my sister!". I don't think she remembers that (I can't believe
I
remember that) but it made me really happy when she did that. Then when
she got to.... oh..... about 6th grade I guess, she started to grow up
a little (very little, just enough to tick me off), and she wouldn't play
with me anymore (not even barbies!!!). I was crushed.
That's probably when we went through our little phase of not liking eachother
very much. We used to get in the stupidest little fights over the
dumbest
things. Anyway, when she was a junior in highschool and I was in
8th grade, one of her friends was over the house and made some kind of
comment on how I better be nice to Michelle because I was gonna be a "freshman",
and if I wasn't nice to her they'd do all that stuff that seniors do to
freshman (which turned out to be nothing at all). That's when I realized
that we were growing up and we should try and get along a little.
So I got to the highschool and we started hanging out with the same people
and sharing our friends and stuff, and we got to know eachother (the more
grown up eachothers) again. Turns out, we got a lot of the same issues.
By "issues", I don't just mean that we have the same psychological problems
(though in some cases we do, but that's a whole nother story). I
mean we had a lot of the same likes, dislikes, and a lot of similar opinions
and theories and stuff. That one year (the freshman - senior year)
was one of my favorite years. Michelle showed me around the high
school and introduced me to all of her friends, and we hung out a lot together.
Then she went off to college and left me. :-( But, fortunately, not
tooooo much has changed. Not as much as I thought it would anyway.
Sure, we're not together - pysically - to talk to eachother (we used to
stay up till 2 am just talking) about all her problems (and mine), but
we still have ICQ and email and AIM and phone cards, so it's all good.
Here's some pictures of me and Michelle. The left picture is us right after we bought matching shirts at 5-7-9. We both loved the shirts so we each bought one. She's on the right, I'm on the left. The one on the right is the two of us, ages 2 and 4. Weren't we cute??? She's in the pale green, and I'm in the yellow with my arm around her. And the bottom picture, the most recent, is from her college graduation. From left to right, Melanie, Marcie, Michelle, Me.
