I was going down memory lane the other day. Thinking about when my sister and I were younger and some of the stupid stuff we did. Not to mention that my sister is older than me. She would talk me into doing some stupid stuff. Just like the Christmas Story movie. I too have stuck my tongue onto a metal fence in the winter. As I was stuck there my sister laughing hysterically and then running off leaving me there. Or the time she was learning to ride a bike and ran me over, because she said she couldn't turn. One of things I loved as a child was running around the neighborhood playing outside until dark. What great times! I had a lot of great times with my sister when we were younger. Now like some sisters the teenage years were not as great. A lot of fighting over clothes, shoes, and almost everything in between. Since we have grown are friendship has grown too. But sometimes I think I was adopted into this family. Because I am sooooo different than my sister and my mother. There way of thinking is sometimes so out there and so far fetch. I can't believe we are from the same blood line, household, or even raised the same. I love my family with all my heart. Just that my sister has so much drama in her life. It's like she lives for it. And my mother sometimes is so self centered and thinks of nothing but money. Yes she is a gold digger, but she hasn't struck gold yet. Crazy!! Like all families this family has dysfunction too.