My Sister, My Brother and I

Growing up, my sister and my brother, depsite our differences, still loved one another. I miss being younger and not having a worry in the world. I grew up very fast, with my parents going through a divorce and me helping raise my brother, I was grown at 12 or 13 yrs old. I am not complaining. It taught me alot and made me appreciate more than what most 13 yrs old do. I tend to go to go memory lane alot, and wanted to share some photos. These are a couple of my favorite photos, some of the very FEW we have together.

Back when I was 17 or 18 yrs old.....(around 1997-1998?)



And this one was taken a few years ago.... (summer 2007?)