Write. Share. Give. Join the March Slice of Life Story Challenge @
When I was 10 years old, I met Holly and Julie Sharp. They were fraternal twins so they didn’t really look alike. Oh yes they looked like sisters but they were very different. This was perfect as far as I was concerned since I had a twin brother who was also fraternal. From the moment I met Holly and Julie, I wanted to introduce them to Matthew, my twin brother.
"Don't like him more than me, okay?" I told the other twins on the way to my house. "Because sometimes he can be funnier and he'll do what you want him to do, but my mom says we come as a pair, okay?" Holly and Julie nodded.
So it came as a great relief that they seemed to like us both just the same.
We began spending all of our daylight time together that summer. I would call Holly or Julie (whomever answered the phone) in the morning and we'd plan out our day. Sometimes we would meet at the college pool to swim and dare each other to jump off the high dive...and what a high dive it was. I would climb all the way to the top of its ladder and scooch out slowly to the end of the diving board. Then I would stand there and wait. Matthew and Holly would egg me on. “C’mon!” they’d shout. This wouldn’t help matters. Julie would stand at the end of the diving board next to the ladder saying, "It's okay if you come back." But I didn’t want to. "No!" I shouted. "I want to be the one who makes the jump and lives to tell about it!" They'd all laugh. Even the lifeguard would laugh. Then I'd jump holding my nose and squinching up my face and landing smack down hard on the flat of my thigh and it would burn, but I would live just like I said I would.
That was the summer we were 10, all four of us. Matthew and me and Holly and Julie Sharp.