My Siblings

I know I mentioned before that I am one of four siblings and I can't begin to explain the bond I have with each one of them. It constantly surprises me when my friends first meet my family and they almost always find it weird when they see how close we all are. I think this idea of being kind of weird and different is what makes us so close in the first place. Growing up in an Italian-American house is a lot different then growing up in some of the homes my friends were raised in. I remember being in middle school and my best friend telling me she got grounded for failing her math test. Grounded? What is that?We didn't get grounded in my house. If we failed a math test my mother chased us around the house with her wooden spoon and threatened us with the "When your father gets home-a hes a-gonna kill you." There was also the time I was in high school and I invited some friends over my house for New Years Eve. Every year my parents throw a huge party on New Years Eve with all of our family and friends. At least 100 people packed into our basement and garage. As the ball dropped everyone stood cramped around our television set counting down...3,2,1, Happy New Year! And then suddenly with out any notice or hesitation, everyone started kissing everyone. No ones cheeks can go unkissed...including my unsuspecting friends. I can still remember the look of bewilderment and terror on their faces! So this is part of the reason my brothers and sister and I are so very close. These moments, these stories, they are things only we could possibly find normalcy in. It's almost like our entire life is a big inside joke that we get to share with each other forever.