Leslie and I have always been quite different. We are only 18 months apart in age, but we have totally different interests. As little girls, I liked baby dolls, she liked Barbie dolls. I would play for hours by myself, she always wanted someone to play with her.
As kids, we started sharing more common interests, but not entirely. She got into the grungy look...flannel pants and baggy jeans, and listened to Nirvana. I was more into the preppy look and I liked Mariah Carey and Boys II Men. Her crowd of friends were more into music. My crowd of friends were more into sports and "team spirit". Her favorite things to do included going to concerts. My favorite thing to do was go to dance clubs.
We never really had a time where we didn't get along. Sure, we got into arguments, but nothing major. We never hit each other or disrespected each other. This was probably because we were so close in age. But don't let that small age gap fool you. Leslie still pulled some "big sister" stunts on me. Like when she used to tell me I made "the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich EVER!" Being the little sister, I was so proud of myself. So every night, when we'd settle in at midnight to watch Studs and Love Connection, Leslie would ask me to make one of my "famous" peanut butter and sandwiches for her. And me, feeling so proud that my sister thought so highly of me, would do it. It didn't take long for me to realize that is there really a WRONG way or a BAD way to make one? I was FOOLED.
But now before you go thinking "Awwww, poor Laura got tricked!"... I was actually the mean one. If you know Leslie well, you know she is very easy to trick. She trusts everyone! So like the one time we were eating candy together and I told her to save all of her starburst wrappers. I said it without even really thinking about it. Imagine my surprise when she comes up to me days later and has all these saved starburst wrappers and she is so excited to see what she can do with them. Shoot! She actually did it! So I had to think quick, because I had no idea what to tell her, and she seemed so excited, I didn't want to burst her bubble, so I told her that she now had to staple them all together and she'd have....a starburst blanket! Lame. ...but she did that, too.
My mom always stressed to us how important family is. How friends come and go, but your family is always there. I think that's why we were so supportive of each other. And I think that's why I sometimes have these breakdowns over this happening. I need her. More than ever, I need her in my life.