Essay for Ithaca College

On August 8, 1985 an event took place that changed my whole outlook on life.  My sister Sarah was born when I was three years old.  Honestly, up until this time I was a spoiled child.  I was excited to have a new baby in the house and at the same time nervous.  Like any three year old, I couldn't quite grasp the reality of having to share not only my toys with a new sibling, but also the attention from my parents.  When Sarah and I were younger, we were extremely close.  She was my shield, Sarah would always tell me she would protect me when I was frightened, and comfort me when I was sad.  The three year gap between us seemed insignificant until I hit adolescence.  We drifted apart gradually.  I felt I had to put on this act and show no emotion towards her, as if she was to young to understand a "cool" 13 year old.  Now that I look back, I wish I hadn't shoved her away.  I think what that "cool" 13 year old needed most was her sister to tell her everything would be alright during the times when adolescence seemed to be too much.  Now I am witnessing Sarah grow from my little sister, into a young woman.  Once she entered High School, the bond between us mended.  When I look back through the old photos of us together, I can see how much we have grown up, and grown closer.  The relationship with my sister has taught me some of the most valuable lessons, needed for everyday survival.  I have learned patience, responsibility, and most of all to share my life, and things in it with another person.  Sure at times we may not get along, but there is always that bond, and we will always be best friends.