when I look back at my childhood and early teen years it is not the big things that I remember. Those that changed the world. It is the small things that changed our family:
I remembered the long evenings when me an mom sat on my bed talking or reading. She used to make up all these amazing short stories about a dark haired princess heroine who had a big brave heart and who went out in the world helping people making it a better place
But as we got older we also grew exponentially closer. It was for example we and not our parents who got the news that he and Robin had exchanged Promise Rings. Not yet, but someday…. Oh, the smile on his face totally melted my heart! I guess that was his defining moment to. because he stopped pretending he was this hard-ass mohawk rocker and became the brother I knew he had always been!
Unfortunately did the bond me and Linn had had when we were children not last and grow stronger into teen-hood. What had once been two pieces completing each other were now so obvious the shining light and the shadow. I was so jealous of my sister: Skinny, beutiful blond and just so much better than I ever could hope to achieve.
My strategy was very straghtforward: Focus on becoming as beutiful as possible, so that I one day would hopefully become as beutiful as my sister. I started eating on a strict diet and set up a rigourous training regimen.
If I had know what was coming though I would have made different choices though.