Friday, June 13, 2008
Rebels in the Family (or how to rebel at 18 + 10 years)
For the most part I was the rebel of my little family---or so I thought. I left the little suffocating town I was raised in and went to college in D.C. Two years later the college asked me to leave. That was okay. I had a nose ring and purple in my hair. And now my brother and sister have made jumps in their life---not at the age of 18---but at 28. My brother joined the Army and my sister just had her nose pierced! I know my mother is proud of my brother, but I wonder her response to my sister's new piece of jewelry. I love my twenty-something rebel siblings.