I have a lot of fond memories growing up as the middle sister, with Tom being my "big brother." One of the earliest memories I have was going to church on Sundays. Mom would take me to an earlier Mass and Dad would stay home with Tom and Joe (Joe was just a toddler). Then Mom would come home to cook dinner while Dad took Tom to church. But what I especially remember was Tom riding a bike around the basement, and before Mom and I would leave for church, I would chase him because I wanted a "kiss" goodbye! This picture is around the ages we were when I chased Tom for a kiss! We LOVED this cardboard fireplace with the flames that "lit" up and where we would hang our stockings every Christmas. Didn't take much to make us happy!