Just because we are twins does not mean that we have to like eachother.

So I am a twin. An identical twin. This means in layman terms that while my mom only released one egg , on day seven the egg split in creating to identical human beings. Pretty much my sister and I two halves of a whole. And boy did we look identical! To this day there are some baby pictures that I cannot tell us apart. My parents were VERY proud to have identical twin girls BUT always encouraged us to be our own person. In school we were put into different classes. If people addressed us as "The Twins" we would not answer. My grandfather had wanted to by us each an ID bracelet when we were younger. His thinking was that that way all he had to do is look at our bracelet in order to know whos whos. My Mother never let that happened. She wanted us to be strong , separate people, but she always told us special we were. That we were each others best friend. When we were little we had our own "special" languge. I can remember that if one of us had a gym class then we would both dress in jeans and sneakers. When we babysat we would pull our money and then divide the money evenly. If both of us liked the same boy , one of us would back off without being asked.
That's how we were.
of course we had our fights. Our wars but in the end we always protected eachother.
I think it was around 1990 that my sister and I were sharing a room. At the time I was the "cleaner" one out of us. So to solve the issue of dealing with a dirty room was to take my Dad's electric tape( silver) and put it down the center of the room. She had her side and I had mine.
Here is the funny part: We could not go out on dates unless our room was clean. So my twin and I came up with a plan. If I didn't have a date I would let my twin shove her mess onto my side so that her side looked clean. Then she could go out on her date. If I needed to do it I would. We thought that we had pulled this big thing over my parents eyes.
We didn't. My mother always figured it out.
That's when things were easy. We were twins. We loved eachother. We were special.

My how things can change. I can't tell you how much I miss those days when things were so simple and the biggest argument was who would make it to the closet first and get their pick of a joint wardrobe.