She was the one who pulled the prank with the rattlesnake. That reminds me, I need to tell you the story about her bachelorette party sometime...although I probably need her permission to share photos...get your mind out of the gutter, people!
I'm 2 1/2 years older than The Bug. I am fiercely protective of her. We share the same kooky family and the same childhood. She was scared of the dark (ok, I was too), so we slept together for years, despite having our own bedrooms. I made up stories at night to tell her, and she was a loyal audience (and probably totally warped by my bizarre stories).
We went to camp together in the summers. I was homesick and slow to warm up...the Bug made friends with the whole camp and refused to take showers. She was just too cute and adorable! I remember being jealous of her at times because everyone thought she was so cute.
When our family took a trip to England, my parents had us all do English-related projects. I don't really remember what the older four kids had to do, but I did a report on the Tower of London, a fascinating place! The Bug colored England's map. I was 10, she was 7 1/2, I think. Here's a picture from that trip.
I was going through a skirt phase. I loved long skirts. Look at those dirty white keds! We must have been doing a lot of walking.
One of our excursions while in England was to a real English tea, and they had a giant chess set on the lawn. The Bug and I were taught chess by our father at a young age and could play pretty well.
Another family trip was to Italy. Here we are in Pompeii (below). My embarrassing story here is that we were on a tour and had to pee, badly. So, we ended up hiding in the ruins somewhere and peeing. I felt bad, like I was defacing history, but hey, urine is sterile right?
Here on a hiking trip in Colorado (below). I love The Bug! (I'm on the left with the knee brace. I hurt my knee playing soccer, remember reading about my superstar soccer career?)