Today is my sister’s birthday. All things considered, I wouldn’t want anyone else to have been my sister growing up, except for the time she hit me over the head with a baseball bat. She really didn’t hit me very hard. She really couldn’t. The bat was as big as she was. But I told her that she had given me a brain tumor and that I was now going to die. I made her go get mother and tell her she had given me a brain tumor.
We were wild. We were crazy. We were 6 and 4 years old.