siblings

Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.

My Extraordinary Experience with a Fortune Teller
When my brother was killed in a road accident aged 20, it ripped our family apart. I was 18 at the time, newly engaged and still buzzing from the big family bash we had held to celebrate. Aunties and uncles traveled from far and wide, friends and neighbors in the farming community joined us, and my brother was there too. It was a great party with lots of dancing, loud music, fun and laughter. Certainly, a night to remember.
By Rosy Gee4 years ago in Families
I Hated My Domineering Older Brother for Years Because He Bullied Me
My older brother was a bully. In recent years, I’ve become more aware of how that affected me growing up. Here is a breakdown of his behavior towards me.
By Edward John4 years ago in Families
A Letter to My Little Sister
Dear Ale, It's crazy to think that the New Year is already quickly approaching. It actually kind of scares me if i'm being honest. I have already realized that time is starting to move very quickly and it's only getting worse. The thing is, how much faster can time pass? Is that really even possible?
By Sandra Ivonne4 years ago in Families
Magic tricks
I woke up early. I usually slept in till my mom had to pour water on my head, but today I was awake before the sun had started shining. I got dressed and walked into the kitchen where my mom was already up and getting ready for work.
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Families
My Facebook Blog - Oct. 8, 2014
“Venus, if you do, I promise I always will be true; I’ll give her all the love I have to give, as long as we both shall live. Hey Venus, Oh, Venus! Make my dreams come true.” I still know all the words to this Frankie Avalon song from 1959 and that the other side of the 45, was “Bobby Socks to Stockings”, to which I remember most of the words.
By David X. Sheehan4 years ago in Families
Black Ice
“Goodnight, love ya, see ya in the morning,” Julie crooned to each of us. It was her nightly ritual, she couldn’t sleep until she’d sought each of us out and declared her love along with a hug.
By Viltinga Rasytoja4 years ago in Families
Your Opinion Matters
Perhaps you’ve read “Moe’s Story” and met my baby sister Moe. If not, let me introduce you now. I grew up with a tight group of siblings. “Three of each” our parents proudly declared. For just as long as “Lean On Me” has been our ‘family song’ we’ve been there for each other. My siblings were my best friends from the day we were born, especially my sisters.
By Kim Mitchell4 years ago in Families
The Case of the Alphabetarian Practical Jokers
"You gotta be kidding me", my mother said, when the bunch of us, my brothers and sisters and a friend, played the biggest practical joke on a babysitter that was not cooperating with us.
By Zel Harrison4 years ago in Families
Hide and Seek in the Dark
Hide and Seek in the Dark I grew up in an unconventional household, but I have some of the best childhood memories. My mother and father were never married but he was always in my life. My mother’s best friend ran away from home when she was thirteen and my grandmother took her in, so she just became my mother’s sister and my aunt. Well my aunt had two boy’s and my mother had me and neither of them had a husband. The two “sisters” decided to move in together and raise us as siblings. So, my brothers are not connected to me by blood except for the younger one who is technically my cousin but that’s another story for another day. Now you understand the lineage I will tell you my older brother is two years and two days older than me and my younger brother is three years younger than me. This arrangement worked for the “sisters” because my mom graduated from college and had a good job that allowed her to provide for the family and my aunt was able to stay home and take care of us rambunctious kids so they didn’t have to pay for child care. One of my favorite stories is our infamous game of hide and seek in the dark which resulted in a call to 9-1-1 and a visit from the local police and the paramedics.
By Sherry Little-Ragan4 years ago in Families
Boys will be Boys
I had an enchanting childhood... I wish I could say the same of adulthood... Craig and I were on an insatiable quest for adventure. It wasn't merely a desire to "do something" or "eradicate boredom"; we had discovered there was a world, and we were compelled by some abstruse, unidentifiable force to explore it...all of it!
By Dr. David Yates4 years ago in Families
Girls Weekend
As the youngest of four girls within six years, my sisters and I are all very close. This wasn’t always the case, there was plenty of clothes and boyfriend stealing, as you can imagine, but as we’ve gotten older and more mature (ha ha), we’ve become best friends.
By Kelly Mendoza4 years ago in Families
The Back
It’s strange to think about how different life was back in 2006. For me, it seems like an entirely different life altogether. I was eight years old, my sister would have been ten, and my younger brother, Daniel, was barely two. We’d often spend our days running amuck on the seventy-two-acre property. There was an abundance of opportunities for summer swimming activities in the creeks which weaved through the property. But on the rare days we weren’t outside, we would find things to entertain ourselves with indoors.
By J. R. Lowe4 years ago in Families