Today is my little sister's birthday. She wouldn't appreciate it at all if I told you how old she is. Let's just say - I am 56 and she is two years younger than me. You do the math!
Growing up, we always shared a room, starting out with twin beds and then we inherited a double bed. There was an imaginary line down the middle of that bed and most definitely a fight would break out if either one of us crossed the line. She could and would on a regular basis - whoop my butt. I tried never to cross the line. Truthfully, I was a little afraid of her and still am. We pretended to hate sharing a room - but I don't think either one of us would have changed a thing.
Bobbi was always a tomboy. She and my little brother, Bill were attached at the hip and into everything. They were always outside and I tried always to be inside. Bobbi and Bill weren't afraid of anything and I was afraid of everything. I can remember them chasing me with turtles, spiders, and rollie bugs. They would pick up anything that crawled and up the road I would go, screaming and begging them to stop. I was even afraid of Pete - our Parakeet.
For the record, I am still scared of everything. They tormented me and my therapist tells me to put the memories behind me and try to go on with my life - but I will never get over the way they treated me as a child.
Bobbi and I have always been as close as two sisters can be. We get together and laugh over things that no one else finds funny. We talk on the phone several times a week, although she is much busier that I am with seven grandchildren and one on the way.
Here are some pictures of Bobbi and a couple of all three of us Reynolds kids when we were much younger.
PS - She could and still would, if necessary, whoop my butt.
Happy Birthday Barbara!
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| Me, Bill, Bobbi |
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| Bobbi (with the bad perm), Bill, and me |
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| On the way to school - Bill, Bobbi and me - Notice how skinny we were! |