Being More Thorough

The police in the special police project have earlier told happy stories about my childhood and I appreciated them...so if some things still aren't clear, I'll give a more thorough explanation....  (Some police or their associates want to be thorough....)  Otherwise, I do believe we're almost done....

Earlier, I mentioned "sibling rivalry" between my sister and me.  I had started half-day Kindergarten at age five and my next sister was about three years old, at the time.  When they showed us how to draw [with "stick figures," and whatever], I came home and showed my family what I'd learned....  My parents didn't buy us many craft supplies in those days but my sister found scrap pieces of paper from here and there; and she started drawing everywhere--copying me.  One time, she actually pushed a page of her drawings in front of me....  I didn't say anything but I turned away and felt disgusted because it seemed that my sister was trying to show me up--she was trying to outdo me--that was how it seemed.

Later, in our adult lives, my sister was talking about those days and said, "I wanted you to like me."--And don't they say "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!?"  But I think my sister must've felt lonely when I was at school?  I wasn't going away to get away from her...!  Also, my best friend had a sister who was the same age as my sister, and we all used to play together....  When we started school, my friend and I seemed to unconsciously leave our sisters behind....  We learned how to use the telephone and we phoned each other to arrange our play times....  And we played with our friend Billy, who was our age; and there was another girl our age who we sometimes played with....

My sister must've felt more and more left out and I didn't realize it!  She only irritated me by copying me and it continued at different times....  When my sister started the first grade, she seemed to like her teacher a lot.  By that time, I'd had the unpleasant experience with my first, church school teacher; and I was consciously or unconsciously resentful of my sister....

[Have I mentioned before that this sister and I made friends with each other just after our parents separated for the first time...?]

Will write some more separately.