I was kind of an oddball when I was growing up
I loved to read for hours on end
draw, and I could just be happy on my own.
Where as my older sister was always out with friends,
chasing boys and generally getting into some form of
trouble, (of course I was envious wishing I
could be that kind of girl, and looking up
to my older sister). But years later when
we were older, my sister told me she
was envious of me because I was
the one who could just be happy, and
had no need to prove herself to others.