Well since this is open again,
A fun story I can tell is probably the time I went sledding with my younger sister when I was in I think 5th grade? 5th grade was a terrible year for me because I was a really bad kid, and I ditched class and disobeyed teachers and hurt other kids.
Anyway, It had been a really boring and slow day after tons of snow had fallen. My mom came in and suggested we go sledding. I really didn't want to, but something told me I should. I decided to invite my sister along. Once my mom dropped us off at this hill by our school, I found out soon after we were the only ones there. It was incredibly boring because my little sister needed me to help her back up the hill every time and wanted help being pushed off.
Over time though, I realized how awful I was being. You could see it in my sister's eyes that she was only sledding to try and cheer herself up, that she wasn't really having fun because of my bad attitude. She was quiet and to herself while I barked orders and complained. I decided to shake myself out of it, even if it meant faking it.
I decided it would be more fun to build a hill. so me and my sister got to work and built this monstrous mound of snow in the middle of the hill. Then, we decided to share a sleigh and slide down together. I remember the adrenaline we both saw in each others eyes sitting at the top of that hill while I counted down.
When we slide down and hit the bump and flew into the air, I remember my sister's 9 year old voice shout, "We're flying!!" , because it really did feel like we were airborne for so long, I even thought maybe we were flying. Then, we screamed as we fell back to the ground as our stomachs flipped, shattered the sled and rolled a few times.
After a moment of silence, we laughed so hard, and we didn't even know what we were laughing about. We would look at each other, break out in laughter while laying in the snow, quiet down, and do it all over again. Eventually we managed to get ourselves up, still giggling like a bunch of dorks, and pushed the other sled we left behind up the hill, but we were laughing so hard, our knees would buckle and we would just collapse and slide down the hill half way while cracking up.
We never made it up the hill again, but made several laughter filled attempts. I remember seeing how real her smile was. At the time, she was the youngest of two bully-like siblings, so she never did this a lot. I guess that's what made that so special. Afterword,we walked home talking about a bunch of stupid funny stuff to make each other laugh like fart noises and weird sounding words to ignore the cold, and once we got home, I tried making us some hot chocolate. It didn't taste too good, because I didn't use enough chocolate syrup. But we drank it at the kitchen table staring at each others red noses still giggling here and there.
To this day, I have no idea what was so funny. I have no clue as to why we laughed after falling. But I'll always remember that as one of the warmest times in such a cold period of my life.
Some sisters become best friends with each other. Some sisters become enemies. (Some go to the extreme of enmity; think Joan Fontaine and Olivia De Havilland). Most sister relationships are somewhere in between.
I am the youngest girl in my family. I have 2 older sisters (and 2 older brothers and a younger brother). My oldest sister got married early and moved away from home. Because my dad was always away working in another country, and my mom was always busy, my second sister ended up the de facto carers for the rest of us. For my brothers, being boys, they were not strictly ruled by my sister, but when it came to me, she was very strict. It didn't help that there are many years apart between me and her. I was always afraid of my sister when I was young, and she never seem to want to spend time with me doing anything fun. She was the reason why I wanted to get away from home so much, and the only way I knew how to do it was by winning scholarship and study as far away as possible. Which I did. Eventually, years of being apart, and maturity soften the memories, I came back and found that she was gentler and kinder. She no longer treated me like a burden. She said she was happy all her younger siblings achieved much more than she ever did. Now we remain close and I am glad that age and time allow us to reach our reconciliation.
Thank you for sharing your story. I have an understanding of why you and your sister laughed so much that day. If I have had that moment with my sister, perhaps my life trajectory would have been different.
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