Heather, my only sister, is four years older. She and I may disagree on a lot of things: she’s a gatherer (vegetarian), I’m a hunter (mmm, tasty, tasty meat!), but I love and appreciate her.
Our differing opinions should not be a surprise, as even as children, we were polar opposites in some ways. As a toddler, Heather would solve a little wooden puzzle, clap, and start it again. I on the other hand, lived to explore the house and see what havoc I could wreak, including dumping the garbage can, stringing a roll of toilet paper throughout the house, and finding as much trouble as I could.
Being the Younger Sister Rocks
Even though I was known as the troublemaker, my sister was usually the one who received the harsher punishment. One hot, humid summer day, she was helping to entertain me, and I decided that my Weebles wanted to go to the beach, AKA our bathtub. She and I tossed them into the bathtub, and ran some water, so they could frolic in an ocean. Once I tired of that, we moved to another activity, and left the Weebles drying in the tub. When my mother discovered them, we were both in trouble. My sister was grounded for a week, while I was grounded for the rest of that day, because, “She should know better.” Win!
Her Adventures Made Mine Seem Tame
When Heather graduated college, she opted to travel the United States and Canada, driving across much of North America, camping or staying in hostels, all on her own. My parents were extremely concerned, and spent her entire journey worried about her safety. Thanks to her, they voiced far less concern when I decided to move out of state to be closer to my then boyfriend.
She’s a Great Support System
From taking care of my mother after bypass surgery to supporting my decision to marry my husband, she’s always been there as a great support system. She’s always voiced her concerns, but I know she’s supportive.
She Shows an Interest in My Interests
Heather is not interested in firearms, while I’m very interested in primarily old military surplus firearms. When we’ve been visiting my parents, and I’ve had a firearm there, she has at least shown some interest in it. Granted, her interest has been more on the historical side, but I’ll take what I can get!
She Encourages Me to Try New, Different, and Odd Things
Last year, she encouraged me to participate in Color Me Rad, a 5K run/walk meets color explosions. The point of the 5K is not to set a record time, but to see just how colorful one can be, from head to toe. Throughout the course, they pelt participants with what amounts to powered and liquid food coloring. I’d never have considered it had it not been for her. I had a great time, and several showers later, was still trying to remove the pinks and blues from my skin!