A good memory I had when growing up was one of the few times I was allowed to spend at a friend's house. He had this older sister, who was gorgeous and so nice. My friend liked teasing her and bothering her, so we spent a lot of time with her, messing around with her. In the end, we let her do our make up and dress us up in some of her clothes. It was so funny, and so nice to be in a normal household, not having to worry about feeding yourself or cleaning or anything like that. I remember being so jealous of them, but then, the happiness overwhelmed the jealousy. Too bad it was so fleeting.