My sister and I are a year apart. Now we live about 20 minutes away from each other. That hasn't been the case for over 50 years. After a childhood at home with our parents, we went our separate ways when she got married at age 19, and I went to college. As children, we were very close. I actually have an ancient memory of us in separate cribs in the same room. Most of our childhood together we were in separate bedrooms. Mine was what would be called a den, and she occupied a small bedroom. Growing up, we would knock on the wall separating our rooms. We'd communicate things like are you going to get up now? Do you want to play? and Are you going to go back to sleep. They were simple knocking patterns. We even incorporated part of the theme from the TV show Dragnet to indicate, "Go away, I'm not interested." All that died out as we matured from 5 year olds to kids about 9 or 10. Today, however, when I u...
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