The Little Sister

Ahhh yes, Brenda, Brenda, Brenda. Growing up, little sister was synonymous with the term 'annoyance'. You were fine until somebody taught you to walk and talk. Then you were a thorn in my side. You just wanted to do everything I was doing, and go everywhere I was going, and if you were neither doing nor going, you were into my stuff. But that's what younger siblings do, and this is how families figure the pecking order. So you fulfilled your role, and have grown into a responsible adult. So let's start at an earlier time in our lives. As you were very well aware, our mother had an unusual relationship with animals, unbalanced if you will. Mostly dogs, but at one point we had two bunny rabbits. One was tame, the other was a wild rabbit we found in our yard as a baby, kept it, and nurtured it to maturity. And if you remember, Bob built a two room rabbit hutch, which in the eyes of a youngster, was like the Hilton for hares. So, one day, you and I decide to go out and look at the rabbits for awhile. Now rabbits, being the skittish sort of mammal, are easily startled. If you remember, the hutch sat up off of the ground, and you were just tall enough to see in. We approach the hutch, and the wild rabbit didn't catch sight of us until we were right next to his cage. This scared him so bad, there was an immediate flurry of activity, and he shot out a stream of urine that went across my shirt and your face. Of course we were grossed out, but since you got the brunt of it, I couldn't help but laugh. Now being the bigger brother, almost seven years your senior, and a male to boot, there should have been zero reason whatsoever for me to want to play with ANY toy you ever possessed. But, I must admit, you had some really cool crap. You had those safari figurines (I don't know what they were called), and there were guys on motorcycles, a safari jeep, some animals, really cool stuff. Of course, being the bigger brother, whenever I showed the smallest iota of attention to you, you were more than willing to accommodate. So once in awhile, I would grab your figurines, line them up across from one another, and play football with them. Another really cool toy you had were weebles, and the McDonald's restaurant that went with it. Eventually you grew to the age where you were too old for toys, but too young for boys. You became a Skateland fixture, and a roller skating junkie, because that was the popular thing to do at that time. I don't know where you met him, but Bobby Massey became your latest obsession. It seemed we couldn't have any type of conversation without the mention of heart throb, teenage sensation, Bobby Massey. First you loved him, then you hated him, then you loved to hate him. My God, the emotional demolition derby! And one last observation, those were some rather impressive mall bangs back then!