Anyway, back to Megan. Happy Birthday! Megan has always been great at saying she's the one that came up with all our imaginative games. Closet ghost stories and Elevator, Hot Lava, Store, Lost Children in the Windstorm, Hammockhollow family, the list goes on. As we got older I had to pry her out of her room or off the piano to beg her to create more games. I'll give her credit for 50% of them since it's her birthday.
Diana, Me, Megan 1983I only posted pictures when we were all cute and not the adolescent weird looking ones with big bangs and weird teeth.
Get a real sense of Megan as a sister: Megan wrote two messages in my yearbook in '95. One as fake hottie Jason Fernelius, to up my self-esteem and make it look like I had some cool boy write in my yearbook. If you can't read it it says, "Too bad I'm graduating so I can't ask you out. You are one of the cutest chicks I know even though you're so short (just can't resist a warm sisterly dig). Call me sometime and we'll do something so those sophomore boys won't bug you. Jason Fernelious. P.S. I find my mustache sexy."
How creative is she? Her real message is down below but it is very personal so if you can't read it by yourself I'm sorry. Something about boxers. I don't remember that story.
Megan was always my counselor and calming device when I was tantruming or in trouble, which was a lot. She was not a meanie! I can honestly say she was the nicest oldest sister to both me and Diana. She was also brave to be the first girl after 7 older brothers, but I'm not sure she had a choice on that one. Thanks for paving the way! Happy Happy Birthday!