Everyone, meet Lil' Jilly and Lil' Stacy! I figure I will be talking about what I do remember from when I was little. This means I will be talking about my one and only little sister, Jill, a lot. I have previously described her as "a sturdy bubble of cheeriness and attitude.." or something like that. Anyway, she is two years younger than I am and she was my everything when we were little. I was the worst to her, too. When she was two, I got mad at her and pushed her off a swing. I broke her collarbone. Then there was the time, I think she was about four or so, when she decided she wanted to use our dresser to look out the window. Loving sister that I was, I thought I should pull the dresser out from under her. She had her arms crossed on the sill. Neither one of us knew there was a nail poking out of the molding around the sill. When I pulled said dresser from under her, I expected her to fall. She didn't. A nail had snagged her under her armpit and she hung there. I hung her by her armpit by a nail. Yeah...what a wonderful sister. She still has the scar. Anyway, I have been neck deep in my markers today and I sketched up what I will be using to illustrate my stories. I have some tweaking to do...like to actually make it look like Jill's using pockets and not sticking her hands down her pants. Let me know what you think! :)
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