Vicki, my littler sister, is two and half years behind me in age and three grades. In our town the schools were separated every three years. So while we always went to the same schools our paths never really crossed. The only exception was high school which ran 9th through 12th grade. I was a senior, she was an incoming freshman. As with all siblings we had our good times and our bad times, I think never sharing a playground made the year we overlapped extra special.
Despite the eldest being stereotypically straight-laced I had developed a healthy (but responsible) disregard for some of the rules by my senior year. I got wise to the parent signature thing and never brought anything home for my parents to sign, instead signing them all myself. Why forge when you can just intercept? Sorry Mom! I guess that’s only really a caution against raising smart kids. We are going to work the system because it’s decidedly not smart.
This photo was from one of the multiple occasions that I signed a note to excuse my little sister from school for the day and we spent the afternoon hanging out at the mall with a friend. I think our little adventures really cemented our adult sibling friendship. It was the first time I really thought of my sister as also my best friend. I wouldn’t trade that for anything, especially not a few extra days in a classroom.