- When you and richard would play with my long hair when I was little.
-When we'd go get wild raspberries in wheeler.
-Playing basketball in wheeler.
-walking to the gas station in wheeler to get nutty bars
-Your hugs.
The hammock in the garage that you used as a hangout/bedroom when you were in high school. That thing was so fun. Me and Jo would sit on it all day while you and vinny played video games.
-also that time when we lived in Wheeler when we'd just bum around outside. we went back to the swing set... rusty and old. saw orange 'juice' come out of it. it was only rusty water... but we ran inside and got a milk jug. collected it. didn't drink it. but it was funny.
- when we'd go down in the basement in Richards room and put his strobe light on, and jump around at eachother listening to heavy metal. (probably metallica or nine inch nails or rob zombie.)
-When I fell off the hammock at Alex Hanleys house next door to us, and scrapped my knee up or elbow up pretty bad and started crying. Mom & dad weren't home... and you and vin didn't want to get in trouble. So you tried bribing me with things. I remember smiling at you guys and thinking I had you wrapped around my finger. I was 4. So... obviously I didn't act anything out. hah.
When dad would dress us up in army outfits and put camo paint on our faces and we'd play legit hide and seek. Daddys little girl.... none of you boys found me. hah.
When I just got into Middle school... you would always try and give me advice about girls. Boys. School. Friends. I just remember our long talks... hours and hours. My friends do too. Sometimes when you'd talk I would slip into a daydream and think about how it would be when we are all done with high school and have gotten married. Some kids or some on the way. Just how insane it will be that the drama now... won't matter.
Our family isn't whole without you here.
When we lived in Wheeler, Wi. We had a apple orchard. the rotten apples would fall onto the ground and we would get tennis rackets and throw the apples into them, with the weaved pattern, they stuck. And we would launch them at eachother. The apples were small... so it didn't hurt too bad. But 9pm outside on a summer night screaming and yelling... you know what us kids were doing.
