When we were kids, my brother and I worshipped my sister. We just thought she was the coolest person ever. We always wanted to be with her and followed her lead in whatever she did. If she went downstairs to watch TV, so did we. If she went up to her room, we went up to our rooms. If she went swimming, so did we. Swings? Us too. On occasion, this annoyed her to no end. I specifically remember this one day where she got up from the TV room and walked out the front door. Then she walked down the driveway sort of zigging and zagging to the mailbox. Next, she turned back towards the house and walked across the grass and back in the front door. Upstairs. Then back downstairs. And there was me and my brother right there following behind like little chicks. I think at some point she finally turned around and yelled at us to leave her alone. Of course we immediately denied following her and then scurried away only to slowly work our way back into her presence. And it seems like her first born, A, may be blessed with two little chicks of his own as well… and one more once R is old enough to sit on the bench.
My Everyday Life 