How sweet!

Since my baby brother is just two weeks away from the wonderful world of marriage, there has been some serious cleaning out of drawers, closets, boxes, etc. During the process, my mother came across some schoolwork that is about 11 years old. She found this essay, written by Chad. I had never seen it before. Big smiles here. (There has been no editing done prior to appearing on this blog.)

My little, big sister.
Chad Arnold, Period 5
10/19/1998

I have a pretty unusual situation. I have a sister that is older than me, yet she is shorter than I am. Her name is Kim. She is almost 19 years old, and she is attending BYU (Brigham Young University), which someday I would like to attend. My sister and I have a bunch in common. Practically the only things that make us different are our ages, what I want to major in, in college, and that she's a she, and I'm a he. She has a great sense of humor and she is a great athlete, like me.
Before my sister went off to college, we loved to hang out, and we still love to. We had a special bond, you know, like we were meant to be sister and brother. My other sister and me are good friends, but we are nothing alike, so we fight a lot and don't hang out as much. We share a different friendship than me and Kim do. I still love her though.
Where my old house was, there was a big park, with four full sized soccer fields, just waiting for me and her to go and play on them. Whenever we had time away from our busy schedules we would go down there, set up a net, and switched off kicking at the goal. She would shoot ten shots on me, and then I would shoot ten shots off her, and so on. Also, we had a swimming pool in the back yard and we would go swimming. Except, we could only swim in the summer, because in the winter it was as cold as a snowcone on a chilling fall morning.
I have some great memories of when we were younger. This one, when I was around three years old and she was around eight. We were in Utah visiting some relatives and we were staying at a campground and it had a jungle gym. Well anyway, she went up it and started swinging on a bar. So I, being the brave and strong wanna be I thought I was, started to follow her. I got to this bar and I tried to swing on it, but instead I fell on my face. I was okay, despite my stupidity. Now, this moment was a key example of how much I wanted to be able to be like my sister. She is a great friend to have, and I hope that our friendship will last forever.




Even though he's not such a baby any more (and still bigger than me) I just wanna squeeze him! Love ya Chadley!