My Older Brother and Sister
When I was a child in the 3rd grade, I had a classmate named Steve - he was my best friend. I remember going to his home several times on a few Saturdays. We would have a blast. In my memory he either lived at the edge of a junk yard, or his family just collected a lot of stuff on their several-acre property. I remember they had a few old school buses parked side by side. Steve and I would climb onto the hood of one bus, then up to the roof and then jump from one roof to another, like miniature stunt men in a movie. It was such fun. Another thing about Steve's home that I really liked was the fact that he had an older brother and sister, like high school age. It was so cool. His sister was pretty, with long late 1960's blond hair and his brother was tall and interesting. All I had at home was a younger brother and sister - that's no fun. I was jealous of Steve because he had all this neat junk to play around and his family was different than mine - so - I made u...