Siblings on the Lam - Page 2
My childhood memories reverberate with fights, arguments, and tears. I lost myself in my books, occasionally making an appearance for dinner, or a family road trip that usually ended with my dad swinging his arm across the back seat trying to hit someone, anyone, and my mother sunk miserably in the passenger seat, no doubt wishing she had never gotten married.
I'm sure we had fun at some point, but our 'sibling rivalry' didn't end when we grew up and moved out. The three of us, (there used to be four of us) would not be able to agree on how the world should end, in fire or ice. One would be cold and vote for fire; the other would want to conserve resources and vote for ice; and the third wouldn't care, and say as much. How these three siblings currently in the news could agree on which bank to rob, which car to steal, and which weapon to use, not to mention who got to drive, and who got to ride 'shotgun', is beyond me.