Journal #41

 This blog is a writers choice. I am going to tell you why I love my brother Walker.  Walker and I have been twins since as long as I can remember.  That's a lie, we've been twins much longer than that.  To be frank, we've been twins for ever.  When we were kids, I was pretty okay with Walker.  We did everything together, my mom even matched us occasionally.  That was pretty fun.  Once I got into Middle School, I thought I was pretty cool.  I also thought that Walker was not pretty cool.  I put myself above him a lot.  That was stupid.  Through out middle school, our relationship wasn't too great.  We fought a looooot.  We also had to share a phone from sixth grade to freshman year, that did not help anything.  Eventually we did get separate phones around the end of freshman year.  That was much easier, I must say.  We became much  more mature through freshman and sophomore year, but still were just meanie heads to each other at times.  Despite the facts we were both strong Christians, it never felt like we grew stronger in that together.  Then last summer we finally got our act together and realized that we had this awesome opportunity  right in front of us.  We literally had been born with a best friend at our side and we didn't even try to use that!  During the summer we started hanging out in the same circle of friends, which made the gas thing a lot easier.  By the end of the summer our relationship had finally gotten to a happy place.  Now Walker is one of the few people that I pretty much tell everything, but not because he'll listen, but because he actually gives me mature answers.  He doesn't give the mundane teenager answer, but rather thinks about it and gives me the best Christ-like answer he can.  Junior year would be very little fun with out him.