December 11, 2002
If I could pick my family, I would have an older brother. He would tease me mercilessly, but I would love him because he let me put snow down his shirt after I said it would make me happy. He would rather die than let anyone know he had a soft spot for his littlest sister. If his friends checked me out he would tell them, no way, and after his football games he would pick me up and carry me around the field first. We would tell each other to bugger off but really we wouldn’t mind each other.