I was reading Kelly's blog and she mentioned a boy named Travis Dolan. He lived next door to us when I was growing up. He was a total punk! He taught my brother, Kevin, many a bad word. Well, he had a little sister named Tiffany. I think she was a year younger than me and she and I were friends. She was very sweet, compared to her big brother. We would be sitting at dinner and she would walk up the steps to our back porch and just walk right into the kitchen - whacha doin?? Granted she was probably 4 or so at the time.
One day, when I was about 5 years old, my brothers told me we were declaring war on the Dolans. I had no idea what this meant but I figured if they were doing it, it must be important and I wanted to be involved. So Rob...or was it Kevin (Probably Kevin, he is the evil sneaky middle brother) told me that my job in this war was to take care of Tiffany. No questions asked, I marched outside, very determined and angry. I didn't really understand why, but felt it was important. There I found little Tiffany happily playing in our front yard. She smiled and said, "Hi" as I walked up to her and just clocked her one without a word, and watched as she fell to the ground crying. I just stood there proud and satisfied that I had carried out my task.
I think back at that now and wonder why she continued to talk to me. Probably the same reason I did whatever my brothers told me to do.
I've missed you, dear Diary.
22 hours ago