People change...damn
As an only child, I had no brother's or sister to amuse and annoy the hell out of me, so I had to settle for cousins (which I had in abdundance). Throughout almost all of my childhood my best playmate and co-conspirator was my cousin Brett. Though looking back I can see that a fair amount of what constituted fun for him was abuse for me, but in general we had good times. being very rough and tumble kids, we thrived on fairly violent make believe games where we were secret agents and arianna was either a comrade or enemy, either way we attacked. Most of our playtime was spent charging up and down the stairs to the basement/video game room/ gym (that was a bad idea for my aunt and uncle to set us up in a place where there was heavy equipment and moving parts), and it remained that way until we were about thirteen. By seventh grade, the first signs of Heather's punk rock rebellion were being to show and the therapy had begun to take effect and Brett changed school's to a more local school called Brentwood School. Within the space of six months I was no longer the skinny cousin who freaking rocked but the poor cousin who lived out in nowhere and couldn't buy nice things. About this time I had finally finished putting on the fifteen pounds ordered by my doctor, parents and therapist and could be considered almost normal, but to Brett was now fat, which was probably the worst thing to tell me at this time. From then on all signs of the fun-loving, sweet, curly-haired little boy who always had a scrape somewhere and couldn't wait for us to hang out and explore was gone. In his place was an arrogant, pseudo-suave guy who spent high school going to parties, screwing school and didn't deam anyone outside of his group. After years of trying I simply have given up, and that hurts me to say because as anyone who knows me will agree, I don't give up ever.People change....damn
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