I have Sisters. Two sisters. They are older. 6 years and 8 years older than me. They were patient and fun with me as a child. I have a daughter and see older children with their younger siblings. I was very, very lucky. My sisters played with me a lot.
My favourite was playing restaurant.
Jennifer, 8 years older, I remember hers being playing church… ok still a bit confusing.
Sister 6 years older, wow, building amazing caravans out of refrigerator boxes and the radio flyer wagon. Amazing huge structures. That we could roll around the neighborhood. That was fun. I still look out for appliance boxes, just in case.
Oh but the playing restaurant. I did not realize what and effect it had on me.
It has framed me. It must have had something to do with making me obsessed.
It was the seed.
I remember even then thinking my sisters were doing it wrong. There were so many ways to improve. I did not understand why we couldn’t actually charge our friends. To make it a real business. Even then I knew it could be the answer.
Bringing us riches. Bringing us riches of the soul.