My cousins cousin_(1)
Opening the door I realized that this weekend could be terrible. My aunt and uncle, along with their two sons, had asked me to stay with them in Vermont for a weekend of skiing. By family contracts, I had to say yes. It’s not that I didn’t like skiing or the house we were staying in, it was just that my cousins were protected by their parents a lot and as a result could barely stand by themselves. The oldest was 6 days younger than me, which most people find surprising because of the enormous gap in maturity. We were both 14 and he had a younger brother who was going to be 12 soon. Vacationing with my cousins halted my plans for the rest of February break. Those plans mainly consisted of lying on …