Opinion

When I was five years old, my sister was born. Bryanna had big brown eyes, curly blonde hair, highly intelligent, and as strong and independent as they come. She didn’t need me. She paid me no attention. It was just a horrible thing to be ignored. So, I did the only thing I knew to do: I teased and pestered her until I made her scream. At least she was acknowledging me, right? I whispered in her ear, I tickled her, I put rocks in her shoes, and sang goofy songs until she hit me.

If any of you didn’t already know, I lived in Germany for 12 years. Oh, the stories I could tell you about growing up in this beautiful country. One of my more favorite memories of living there was going to the city of Trier for the “Weihnachtsmarkt” (Christmas Market). Trier is one of the oldest cities in Germany and lays close to Luxembourg and France, so a lot of French is spoken in this area. The city itself is simply gorgeous, but at Christmas time, Trier is radiantly picturesque.

“It was the night before Christmas in all was quiet, not a creature could be heard not even a mouse.” I would quote the poems author, but I am sure I thoroughly messed it up. My wife makes fun of me often because I always just make up my own words when singing along to songs and while trying to remember words to other things.