Happy Birthday Sistoid Unit!

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.