My entry for this Smile for the Camera is not of an ancestor, but of my sister and I. It is one of my favorite photos of us. It is dated 1985, which makes me about 4 and my sister about 2. When we were little our house had a basement and I would pull her round and round on her wagon which was attached to my tricycle. Christina, my sister, loves telling people about this. According to her, she would sometimes tip over (my mother confirms this) and it was quite tramatic. Her big question though, is who is stupider, my pulling her all around or her for always getting back in?
For my 18th birthday, Chris gave me a collage of pictures of the two of us, which surrounded the following poem she had found (author unknown to me):
My sister shares a part of my that no one else shall ever see.
And when the days and miles divide us...
the bond we have shall live inside us.
Together sharing dreams, love and laughter~
My sister for always, my friend... forever after.