229-888-0888 • www.puttingpeoplefirst.law Justice MONTHLY Enemies to Confidantes BECOMING CLOSE TO MY SISTER AFTER A BAD FAMILY VACATION
Today, my sister is my biggest confidante and supporter. At some point, as we got older, we realized that being each other’s only sibling meant that we have to be able to count on one another, and I know that if I ever need help with anything, she would do all she could for me.
I suddenly felt something gooey and sticky squish onto my head, and I saw that my sister stuck her gum in my hair. I turned around swinging, and my sister and I began slugging at each other in the backseat. As my dad continues to whiz down the highway at 70 miles per hour, there’s a full-on brawl going on in our backseat while my mom is screaming at us to stop. Picture the chaos in “National Lampoon’s Family Vacation” as Clark drives his family off the closed road, and you’ll get the idea. Finally, after my father pulled over and we assessed the damage, my hair had to be trimmed. For months, I was walking around with spiky hair that didn’t match the rest of my hairstyle, but there was a silver lining to this sibling rift: This was the last time my sister and I got into a big fight. We had our minor differences and bickered like any sibling pair, but since then, we’ve become very close. The rest of the trip included hiking, biking, and torturously having to watch “The Thorn Birds” (per my mom’s request), but given the rigamarole our trip began with, it’s a wonder we came back to Georgia relatively unscathed. Thankfully, today my relationship with my sister has vastly improved, and we’re very close. Although she lives quite a few miles away, we make it a point to talk as much as we can, and I still look up to her in many ways. Even better, to this day, she has yet to find more reasons to stick gum in my hair. I’d say that’s quite an improvement.
But, like most siblings, this wasn’t always the case. Looking back, there were a few pretty brutal sibling tussles back in our day, but none stand out more than what happened on our family trip to Silverthorne, Colorado. In fact, this trip would go down as one of our worst family vacations! It all began when my mom, dad, sister, and I were driving from Albany to Silverthorne when I was 13 and my sister was 15. I was just beginning my disgruntled teenager phase, but I was surprised my parents were able to convince my sister, who was in the midst of teen angst, to come. And there we all were, road- tripping across the U.S. Since my sister is about 2 1/2 years older than me, I always say we had the perfect age gap for her to torture me. Older sisters may defend mine, saying there’s a good chance I tortured her too, but I guess I never saw it that way! I have always looked up to her, but on this particular road trip, we’d finally reached the age where I started to become bigger than her. Surely, the tables were bound to turn. Somewhere in Kansas on the second or third day of the trip is when everything went awry. Looking back, I’m not sure what prompted my sister to do this — although I’m sure she could pinpoint exactly what I did to make her so mad — but considering the vast empty landscape of Kansas highways, it’s a wonder we all didn’t go a little mad.
-William F. “Trey” Underwood, III
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