I was climbing up the ladder to the attic when he stepped on the sheetrock and fell through the ceiling. I was following his lead.
I was with him on the side of the house trying to burn leaves with matches we had taken from Mom's top drawer when the neighbor lady drove up and caught us. I was right on his heels when we ran to hide under the bed while the neighbor told Mom about our mischief.
When I got shot in the hand with his BB gun, I had followed him and his friend into the woods. By the way, he's the one who pulled the trigger.
He was the one who showed me how styrofoam made an awesome boat for floating in the rushing, flooded creek, and he was also the one who warned me not to fall off and get wet because Mom would have our hide if she found out we were playing in that nasty water (I'm almost confident I'm the one who fell in first that day).
Growing up, I only recall one serious fight/argument with him, and I remember that he came and apologized, but my pride wouldn't let me apologize back.
I'm almost certain he must have gotten tired of his younger sister following him around and insisting to take part in his adventures, but I can't remember one time when he complained or told me to go away.
Oh, he is still adventurous and teaches me new things with his creative ideas that never end. If we lived closer, I'm pretty confident I'd still be following him into exciting, new adventures, and most likely, we'd still be finding a little trouble along the way.
For my big brother, Tim, who taught me best that curiosity was for the brave and daring; for all the times he has allowed me, even encouraged me, to follow his lead; for the continuing, consistent godly example he has been in my life, my heart is forever grateful!
I was with him on the side of the house trying to burn leaves with matches we had taken from Mom's top drawer when the neighbor lady drove up and caught us. I was right on his heels when we ran to hide under the bed while the neighbor told Mom about our mischief.
When I got shot in the hand with his BB gun, I had followed him and his friend into the woods. By the way, he's the one who pulled the trigger.
He was the one who showed me how styrofoam made an awesome boat for floating in the rushing, flooded creek, and he was also the one who warned me not to fall off and get wet because Mom would have our hide if she found out we were playing in that nasty water (I'm almost confident I'm the one who fell in first that day).
Growing up, I only recall one serious fight/argument with him, and I remember that he came and apologized, but my pride wouldn't let me apologize back.
I'm almost certain he must have gotten tired of his younger sister following him around and insisting to take part in his adventures, but I can't remember one time when he complained or told me to go away.
Oh, he is still adventurous and teaches me new things with his creative ideas that never end. If we lived closer, I'm pretty confident I'd still be following him into exciting, new adventures, and most likely, we'd still be finding a little trouble along the way.
For my big brother, Tim, who taught me best that curiosity was for the brave and daring; for all the times he has allowed me, even encouraged me, to follow his lead; for the continuing, consistent godly example he has been in my life, my heart is forever grateful!
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