When I Think of You My Sister

when i think of you. i remember when mama brought you home. i can still see her coming up the sidewalk at grandmas' house as if it were yesterday i thought you were mine. i believe that is the first time i felt pure crystal clear love for another person in my life. i remember when you were sick and we lived on bear mountain daddy put us in the car and.... mama held you upside down and claimed later she did not mean to so you were wrapped up upsidedown there i am crying like a banshee and saying, is she going to die and the parent people could' t do anything to shut me up. the memories are coming faster of all the fascinations and mysterious things we were curious about during the lazy summers that seemed to us never could end. we laid on the grass and named who the clouds looked like we dressed our cats in clothing that we made granny sew for us, waded water where we should not go and we looked at everything in this big wonderful world. oh, and do you recall when i read to you about the ransom of red chief and you laughed so much. i could make you laugh so hard. then.....there was that time at the newspaper office. you know, the one time i disowned you before the time i disowned you of being my sister...........the time i took you to school for show and tell. and you ran off and didn't act right at all. that was a deal breaker. i could talk you into anything. you would ask me questions........like ......Jo why is so and so and i would proudly tell you the answer because i was older and so much more knowledgeable.... well, at least you believed that remember...the sweet times when grandma said we had to take a nap .....and we wouldn't go unless she went and got a pretty little yellow chicken in bed with us. i love the memory of the dresses that granny made us. poor granny she would do anything we wanted. i know that this is long, but the times keep flooding back to me and for me it is worth thinking looking back at the snapshots in my mind and knowing how happy we were i recall how you continuously would lock the door to the upstairs of that big scary house and i would cry. i got you back with all the paper dolls i talked you into buying and you hated them...... to be continued....