Growing up, I shared a room with my sister. For a while there, we even shared the same bed. My cousins had four girls to a room -- two in each bed. That's just how it was back then. Big families made do. With seven girls in the house, and one bathroom, we learned to share.
Clothes were passed down, and since I was the youngest I got all the leftovers. But I didn't mind. I loved sorting through their old clothes, picking and choosing my favorites, knowing that I was growing up too.
We also shared memories. Lots of them.
Hanging out in the basement playing Monopoly ... making cakes in our Easy Bake Oven ... turning the upstairs closet into a fort ... listening to stories around the kitchen table ... camping on the weekends with our cousins ... playing restaurant with our friends ... summer afternoons down at the pool ... ice skating ... snowball fights in the yard ... eating Mom's Christmas cookies ... and watching Dad play the fiddle while our little dog danced.
Every day that we spend with our families we're creating a memory. Every moment we share helps to shape who we are.
We're all familiar with the word "family," but I was curious to find out how that word came about.