Headed Down County Line Road

Shattering snowfall of glass surrounded my form with the offending rush of cold air resembled a blizzard; the scent of alcohol now strangled my nose and throat. Blinding lights of neon signs complimented the dark night of the cold fall nights of Telegraph Rd.. However, the chilled air was not able to breach the inside of the warm car that held us; my sister, father, and myself, with the soft music of gospel quietly played. Inevitably, our peaceful serenity was interrupted by the commotion of a semi-truck swerving behind us. Right lane. Left lane. Right lane. Left lane. This behavior became the focus of my father as he was trying to drive us home safely that night. Cautious steering became useless in a single damning moment; our car swerved, my sister wailing, father’s muffled exclamations, and the protruding smell of beer. Thankfully, my body was unscathed; however, the way I envisioned the world changed drastically.

Today in America, an estimated 80% of the population has at least one sibling. While it is true that no two families are identical, the relationship between siblings plays a central role in their development and growth. Younger siblings for example, might be prone to mimic the actions of their older siblings, viewing their older siblings as faultless and heroic figures. On the other hand, older siblings are often viewed as authority figures and are seldom questioned. They might develop as friends with an inseparable bond or as bitter rivals seeking supremacy over the others. Regardless of the nature of their relationship, siblings that share a household are forced to interact with each other more than any other friend or family member. Sibling

The waitress came back to our table. She came down to the kids table and started asking what we wanted to order. It was my turn, I was a little worried about my order going in correct since she could hardly understand us.

One can say my relationship with my sister is umm... complicated; one minute we’re fine and the next we want to rip out each others eyeballs. But yet, so many other siblings are like that too, so my sister and I are nothing spectacularly out of the ordinary. In fact, one can say we have a healthy sibling relationship, because of this weird love-hate complex. One great example of an average sibling relationship comes from Harper Lee’s book, To Kill a Mockingbird, where Jem and Scout Finch have a very iconic sibling relationship. My relationship with my sister is extremely similar to Jem and Scout’s relationship.

Few relationships are as special as the bond between sisters. Siblings know us greater than even we know ourselves sometimes; it’s through this insight, their insight, that we can see ourselves better and grow into who we aspire to be. My relationship with my sister is no exception; she’s my best friend. She’s a part of why I am who I am today, and it all started with a name.

When we had finished the dinner the waitress brought a bill, which costs me an arm and a leg.

A relationship that has become closer over time for me is my relationship with my brother Mylan Cousan. The earliest memory I have of my brother and I are our walks to our childhood nursery. I remember we aere always confused as twins, but we weren't. We would always wear the same thing and use the same words almost as if we had a special connection gifted to us from birth. When we played Power Rangers he would allow me to be the pink Ranger because of my need for femininity. Mylan would fight the other boys because of their teasing towards me and my "girlish" ways. My brother always protected me from the world even if it meant fighting friends in favor of me. When I was about 12 he was 11, my step-father caught me watching "Xena- Warrior Princess". He saw me wearing a belt over

Tires squealed on black ice and the engine backfired as she swerved around a narrow edge of the cliff. Jennifer Lesniak is traveling from Wisconsin to Oregon in a six ton truck through treacherous mountains and endless plains. It was three days of almost non-stop driving, only being able to sleep when she gave the wheel to her husband. Just when she was about to give up she thought the extreme weather in Wisconsin and about why she was moving to Oregon in the first place. She carried on willed by the warmer weather that awaited her on the west coast. The snow fell like ash from a volcano, building up on the road to the point where they had to get out of their truck and shovel the road clear. “Clearing the roads were extremely difficult” She said. “We were so close to the edge of this mountain standing on slippery ice trying to shovel the snow out of the road with little to no safety guard between us and the drop.”

On a Friday evening, I expected the restaurant to be really crowded and we would have to wait for a table. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a wait and we got a table right away. Almost right as we sat down there was a waiter with our chips with salsa and to take our drink orders. The

To those without siblings, have you ever wished for another sibling? For those who don’t have siblings, have you ever considered that person to be like a brother or a sister to you? Any person that has had a sibling-like relationship can testify that a sibling is a pain you suffer through everyday of your life. Take Bianca from Taming of the Shrew. Her sister, Katherina, ties her up out of jealousy because she doesn’t have any suitors while Bianca is trying to decide amongst the three she has. While not all sibling relationships go to extremes like this, there are some that exist to this degree. In these scenarios, no matter the hardship, no matter the pain, whether or not you have a sibling, it will take time to learn to love the other person like a sibling. It may just be a matter of trying to understand the conflict or how the other person expresses themselves, but it’s always good to come to an understanding with each other.

When we went to see him in the hospital it was like my whole world changed. He was small and cute, he had a little nose and little hands and he flipped my whole life upside down. His name is Jake, he is 12 and I distinctly remember meeting him and thinking he was going to steal all of my attention from my mom. He is my little brother, my little bear and as he grew up he grew to be this funny, short, video game loving dork, but he changed everything. He changed how I acted and just by his presence and him always wanting to be like me, he makes me want to be a good role model and a better person. I love him more than he will ever know, but as with any siblings, they can drive you crazy. He wants to always be with me and he knows exactly

Younger siblings, the best thing that can happen to a person. I have a little sister, Jena, sheś nine years old. There is a five year gap between us. Jena is obsessed with being just like me and just like our older brothers. Jena being born has changed my life and has helped make me the person that I am today, because I have another person to look after, another friend, and a little copycat.

As a child, my brother Jean and I were not always very close, even though we are fairly close in age. As children, we went to school together and grew up learning the importance of family values, particularly the meaning of “sticking together.” Every day we walked to school together. Before we ventured off to elementary school, our mother would say, “Stick together, and Jean, listen to your big brother!” Even though I was only two years older than Jean, I knew I was responsible if anything bad were to happen to him under my watch. My brother and I were quite daring as children and did not always follow all the rules. Also, Jean was more stubborn than I and did not know when the time for play should stop. I will never forget that one frightful day when the lesson about the value of my family and sticking together changed my life.

My brother is not just someone I share blood with but someone I can rely on and look up to. Patrick, my seventeen year old brother, has been by my side since I was a little baby. My youngest memories are of Patrick and I running around in our backyard laughing. As he grew older, I began to look up to him. He was everything I aspired to be: intelligent, passionate, and athletic. Patrick always seemed to know what he wanted in life, and I admired how he chased down his goals. There were points in my life when I was very unmotivated, especially when I was seven years old. Insecure and unsure, I did not believe in myself from a very young age, and Patrick was there for me when no one else was. He made me believe in myself and my own abilities above anything else. I have my big brother to thank for finding the strength to persevere through my struggles and overcoming my obstacles.

It was a night like any other, I was going fifty-five, traveling down the jet black highway. I was listening to the radio and focused on getting to my dad’s house before the evening grew any later. Normally the traffic is sparse and that night was no exception. In the distance I could see the flashing lights of a car in the emergency lane. As I approached, I decided that it would be safer moved into the lane furthest from the disabled vehicle, this decision would later turn out to be the best decision I could have made.