Just a thinkin

I love her even though she sometimes acts so rude.  But I remember when we were kids that we never got along.  She is my sister.  Just older than I by 15 months.  We always treated each other like one of us had a plague.  One time she got mad and I don't even remember why... although I was probably teasing her over something.. or someone... anyway she threw a folding table on me.  So I was like whoa get off me.  But I still don't remember what we were fighting about.  She probably does.  We used to yell at each other about what our kids would be doing.  Mine according to her would be eating me out of house and home... porky and pennie pig (My Nickname was Miss Piggy at the time.. I guess it still is).  Her children according to me were pencil pocket protector carrying dorkweeds that my kids were stuffing into lockers.  This was typical us arguing and fighting.  But that all changed one day.  We were both teenagers.  We were both out of High School and we were both heading together to the same college 1200 miles away from home.  I was soooo excited.  To be out from under my parents noses.  To be able to be free.  I don't even know why she went to college.  I never asked and I never really cared.  Isn't that so nice of me.  LOL  I remember it like it was yesterday.  I was really afraid that we would fight just like before.  We had decided to follow a man down because it was our first trip and take two days to get there.  WOW  It was so neat to be able to drive and see all this new stuff.  But the fun wore off because my seat was tilted half an inch lower on one side.  By the time we got to the hotel that night my back and my neck ached so bad that I cried myself to sleep.  I woke up the next morning and to my surprise she was gone.  She had gone out to the van and placed her sacred blanket and Pillow on my seat so that it would be even.  I don't know that I ever told how much that meant to me.  But it meant a lot.  She was my stability while away from home.  Once to college we were surprised to find that we shared a room even though we thought we would fight the whole year we actually got along great.  And when all the other lowly freshman had to sit around alone because they didn't know anyone because they were new, we had each other.  I remember laughing when she got kitchen duty to help defray her bill only to sober up when I found out I got the same thing.   Eventually we ended up having our own group of friends.  She went her way I went mine.  We were together at college for about 5 months and I can only count on one hand how many times we fought.  And one time our room mate came in and was like... DONT MAKE ME GET BETWEEN YOU!!! Our room mate fit right into our sisterhood.  So yeah we fought as kids... We even fight as adults sometimes.  But I still love her even though sometimes shes rude! But I can be rude too so we are even.  Love ya Nat!1