My two sisters were teenagers when I was born. So by the time I was 2 1/2, I was already an aunt. When my youngest niece, Barb, was born, I was 12.
At that time, I hated school so much, that I remember thinking: when Barb starts school, I will have GRADUATED! I had already calculated that I would graduate in June just before Barb would begin first grade in September. Obviously, when I was 12, getting out of school was paramount in my mind.
Of course, getting out of school was paramount in my mind from the day I started first grade.
I was probably 15 when this picture was taken; Barb was 3. I was still waiting to graduate, and she was waiting to start school.
School is a thing of the past for both of us now. Thank goodness.
Now we just hang out at beach bars. Just kidding.
Today is Barb’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Barb! Love you!
these days of mine 