August 16, 1994 was a bittersweet day in my life. On one hand my beautiful baby brother came into this world, on the other hand, my little brother came into this world :( We had our share of good times and bad. Most of the good times were because of me, while most of the bad... well that'd be him. I remember when we were little we loved to play. But sometimes our mom would make us play together... that never turned out well. You see, my little brother was kind of a big cry baby. If things didn't go exactly his way or if I didn't bow to his every command he would throw a tantrum and run and find my mom. He would then turn on the waterworks until she was yelling at me while he stood behind her laughing... that little turd! I learned quickly that either way I'd soon be getting in trouble so I'd better make it worth it! So then when he started throwing his tantrums I would tackle hime to the ground and sit on him while I held his arms above his head and dangled spit over his face unless I was in a good mood, then he would just get my hair dangled in his face. He was such a crazy child that my mom had to build a fence to keep him from running up the road in his diaper. He quickly learned how to scoot all his toys to the edge of the fence and climb over the top. He was a very fun child to torture. Before he understood the concept of bullets and guns my older brother Josh and I chased him around the basement with a bullet and made him cry. Another time we were watching Jurrasic Park and he was getting a little scared... so we sneaked into the toy room behind his couch and made dinosaur noises and he wet himself. As he grew older I felt there was a void in his life. His next oldest brother had moved out by the time he was 11 and I took it upon myself to make sure he didn't grow up to be a sissy. We had regular wrestling matches which I always won (he's no good once you get him in a cradle). Now he is the self-proclaimed "King of Cradles" and, sadly, he beats me every stinking time! I've had to resort to fighting dirty. Clawing and biting are now totally fair game! Since he was little, Jeremiah has been tearing things apart. From pencil sharpeners to computers, he just had to know how everything worked! In the past this often caused problems, but now he's our handy man! His most recent hoby has been driving. We all got to start driving early, but I think Jeremiah started the earliest of all. I never had to mow the lawn because by the time it was my turn he would take the chance every time he got it. We would throw a couple rocks on the seat so he weighed enough to make the mower go. Now he's moved on to bigger and better things, mostly my car. He'd been driving for a year by the time he got his learner's. Whenever I would leave my car home for a few weeks while I was in Logan he would run any errand my mom could find him. His young men's leaders got used to him driving to mutual, and if he ever passed a cop he would just wave. I didn't really mind because every time I came home the tank would be full and it would be squeaky clean. A week ago he turned 16, and now it's all legal! I'm not too excited that girls are now legal too, but what can you do? Even for all the trouble he causes he's a pretty good kid, and I wouldn't trade him for the world! Happy Birthday you little loser!
Love,
Your big Sissy :)
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