I remember sparkly purple nail polish

and watching baseball games behind TV trays.

I remember falling out of trees

and swings that we would make rhymes upon

I vaguely remember something about a train

and a child-retarded version of "I believe I can fly".

I remember every time we went down the stairs a different way

and finding our Christmas presents early.

I remember our bath tub

and my broken foot

and how we drew quiddich hoops and lightning bolts all over it.

I remember my Barbies

and the vent we passed toys through when we were in time out

and hating ACDC songs.

I will always remember Grandpa's house, and the adventures we had crawling through his hordes of treasures, and since cleaning it out, I will always be thankful that we didn't die doing so. I will never forget jumping over the motion light, sneaking peaks, and "the weenie rub". I will always love the beach, and picking up shells and making every move a game.

You will always be my younger brother, and I will always love you.

I can't believe how old we are.