This is a photo of me and my younger sister circa 1995. We didn’t have a lot of money growing up, and were forced to make our Halloween costumes. Her giraffe costume is made of a Hanes sweatsuit and a piece of yellow posterboard. My terribly awkward “three-headed monster” costume was made of painted styrofoam heads. I looked WAY too tall and old to be trick-or-treating.
(submitted by Kate B)
“This is a picture of me and my sister right before a tap dance recital. We were supposed to be clowns. Notice the Hula Hoop sown into the bottom of the shirt. You might ask…how do you keep those things on your head? Straight up Aqua Net.”
(submitted by Erica)
“This is my little brother Sam and I about 1984. I have no idea what he just did to me but I’m sure it was rotten. He’s a smug little monster isn’t he? I love, love, love my lil bro.”
(submitted by Tessa)
And it’s 100% Mom approved.
(submitted by Rod)
“This is a photo of me, age 11, and my brother, David, age 15, Christmas 1970. My brother has a dislocated shoulder (wrestling), and I have a broken arm (sledriding). My mother happened to be out of town when I got hurt, and when she got home she told me to quit fooling around and “take that off,” because she thought I was faking it to get attention. Add this to my three concussions, and the 7 times my sister needed stitches in her head, and its no wonder my mom was not happy!”
Actually, she does have to rub it in.
(submitted by Keith)
A liberal interpretation.
(submitted by Kate)
Sometimes the rules of siblinghood get a little blurred.
(submitted by Jo)
It’s easy to get emotional when you have a family that is this supportive.
(submitted by Emma)
These two demonstrate the other theory of relativity.
(submitted by Else)