If I had to choose the one sibling I was closest to....it'd have to be Joseph. Probably because he was my first younger sibling, and I spent like, every second with him. When he was like, maybe 6 months I think, I tripped carrying him down the stairs. But subconciously I must have protected him perfectly. I ended up getting a really bad sprained ankle and like 5 huge bruises, but Joseph didn't even get a little one. I was so glad.
Brenda, my older sister who's my dad's kid, I guess I'm pretty close to. But see, we're so different. She's an aircraft mechanic for Airborne Express. She's into motors. She's a tomboy. Her makeup bag consists of hairspray and a brush. She likes racing. She'r rebuilding a Trans-AM. I have no interest in any of those things. But I mean, she's okay. Her husband, Chris, is awesome. He likes all those things. So I guess they make a good couple. LOL
My sister Megan, the older one who's my mom's kid, was my absolute favorite when I was a baby. She lived with us when I was born, and she used to sneak into my room and bring me into her room to sleep with her instead of my crib. And I was always awake waiting for her. I thought she was just the coolest thing. When I was 2 or 3, when she moved out, she used to bring me along with her friends, because they all thought I was adorable. I used to rap for her friends!! LOL When I was 4, she went to get her driver's license. I was visiting her then. When she went, I wanted to come along and get mine too.

But she said I couldn't. I bit her in the stomach--she still has the marks!!! That was mean. But I mean, I was 4! LOL
Unfortunately, I don't have many stories to tell about Morgan.
