Jill
Aspiring Cowgirl
I have one younger sister, named Robin. She is 2 years younger than I am. She is a teacher (reading specialist) with two Masters degrees and mom to my nephews, Jonah and Elias
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When we were growing up, Robin was such a goodie two shoes but she would do things constantly to "make" me get in trouble. Mom would yell at me to go to my room and as I'm stomping off, my goody goody sister is hugging my mom saying "I love you, Mommy." URGH! It was unreal.
When we were getting along, then I'd do mean things (not to be mean, but still...) like get her to lay flat out in the field like she was dead so maybe I could catch a vulture (I was a tom boy).
As kids, a lot of the time I could not stand her. I mean, didn't want her to touch me, didn't want to be near her, wouldn't eat after her, etc. Now we are close but I swear, she is the dumbest smart person I know (very smart, but not much common sense at times / very gullable).

When we were growing up, Robin was such a goodie two shoes but she would do things constantly to "make" me get in trouble. Mom would yell at me to go to my room and as I'm stomping off, my goody goody sister is hugging my mom saying "I love you, Mommy." URGH! It was unreal.
When we were getting along, then I'd do mean things (not to be mean, but still...) like get her to lay flat out in the field like she was dead so maybe I could catch a vulture (I was a tom boy).
As kids, a lot of the time I could not stand her. I mean, didn't want her to touch me, didn't want to be near her, wouldn't eat after her, etc. Now we are close but I swear, she is the dumbest smart person I know (very smart, but not much common sense at times / very gullable).
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