My Big Sister
It is unfortunate that most boys don’t have a big sister like I had to help them through puberty. I mean that’s a tough time for everyone. But I had my sister and am I ever grateful I did. We have always been close even though she is three years older than me. By the time I was beginning to grow in all sorts of ways that I hadn’t expected, Jo was there to help out. You see, Jo had a way of getting me to talk about whatever was troubling me. Even when I felt embarrassed, she would be able to throw her arm around me and after beating around the bush, I would finally tell her the problem. What made it impossible for me to hide anything from her was that she was …