Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
We all fell down from the Milky Way
Hangin' round here till Judgment Day
Heaven only knows who's in command

Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain

Show me yours and I'll show you mine
Take me back to days full of monkeyshines
Bouncin' on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun
Keep your raft from the riverboat
Fiction over fact always has my vote
And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been

Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
Barefoot children in the rain

Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
The sky turns blue and the sun appears
But the question's still what are we doin' here
I don't think the answer's close at hand

Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
In the rain...
In the rain...
(Barefoot Children in the Rain, Jimmy Buffett)

When I tell people I have a twin for a sister, most of the time the response back is "Oh my gosh! That's so cool! I wish I had a twin!" and, going along, I give the snide remark "No, you don't! It's not all Mary Kate and Ashley!"
Sometimes people ask if we have twin telepathy- like, if she pinches herself (or someone else does) I can feel it.
That one, I have to roll my eyes at.
And a common little quip, "Who's the evil twin?" gets tossed around a lot- then I'll just cast a look over at my sister and laugh.

Honestly, being a twin isn't all it's cracked up to be.
It's better.
Imagine- all your life, everyday, a best friend that was already there before you were born. You're never bored, always occupied and the best part is, generally they share the same interests as you.
Sure, your parent's play that cutesy thing of dressing you alike, or giving you both the same first letter in your name for an adorable alliteration, or forcing you to attend the same teacher in the same grade level, but what makes us so special is how different we are despite appearing the same.
Over the years, it's fluxed and waned. We had our really rough patches back in high school when no one told you honest communication guarantee's better outcomes and hell, we occasionally will rip each other to pieces if it come down to it- but overall, this is someone I wouldn't trade for the world.
Last year, when I moved upstate, she gave me the best of luck despite her disdain in the rush of it. We didn't talk much except to purge our feelings on the situations at hand but for a long while, I broke communication from everyone thinking it best.
It wasn't best.
For a period, I was left alone. I didn't have family upstate and the only person I considered family was becoming steadily more distant. I was regularly gripped with contemplating over death, not eating a whole lot and crying buckets- missing my family and those I treasured dearly.
I was getting ready for bed one evening, picking up various clothes off the floor to at least make it presentable for the next day and stumbled across an argyle sock.
An argyle sock. Run of the mill. Dark green with a gold and maroon etched pattern. It was worn, but still, a fairly new sock.
I started to cry.
Literally, it was a torrential flood. I gripped the little piece of clothing close to my heart and mourned like an Islamic woman. It wasn't because I couldn't find the other, it was because it belonged to my sister.
It triggered this deep longing for my best friend. How much I truly did miss her company, her raucous antics, the feeling of comfort I got when I was around her. And her silly, trendy outfits :P
When I got back home, I have never felt more at peace and among my own kind then when being around her. She has accepted me for every fault, every mistake, every blunder. When I "became a dog" so to speak and when I became her Brother. I've never met anyone more astonishing than my sister and I don't believe I ever will.
I don't know of anyone else on this planet that I can go on a mini four day vacation with and feel like we've been there for years and totally comfortable. I don't know of anyone else I can give a look to and they know, word for word, what I mean. I don't know of anyone else who would have the same weird hobby of trying Chinese Buffets we haven't been to before.
I don't know of anyone else I don't have to say a word to if I'm upset and can't explain- because they get it. They know.

And occasionally, we think the exact same thing, then say it. That's pretty cool :D

thank you  oceantiger11. You're my best friend in the entire universe. I wouldn't be who I am today if it weren't for you (the good parts, of course :P).

Let's plan another beach trip soon