September 15th
The best memories I have from my childhood came from playing volleyball as a family, even though one of us would end up crying almost every time. I wish my siblings and I weren’t so competitive. I remember we would make a competition out of almost everything. It didn’t matter what the games was. Some of them were so dumb, but that never mattered. Our family played the wii a ton too. I think we liked it so much because it was an even playing field for the entire family, but honestly, we took the “we” out of the wii. We would fight and argue so much. Deep down I still don’t think my siblings actually know how much I care about them. I hope they know that never took away from how much I love them. I feel like they know that, but we don’t talk much anymore and it makes me sad. Coach said he would cry after every family game night as a kid too. Unless he won, then he said his sister would cry. He also said to stop being a dork and just talk to them more.
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