Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Here I am with my siblings. That's me safe in the middle.
Here we are again and this time I'm on the left. They were "Joe and Josephine College" at the time so I was moved outside the circle. See how nicely my sister learned to pose at university.
I not only had parents to look after me when I was growing up, my siblings have nurtured me all my life. Ron swears my brother and sister paid him to take me off their hands. Honestly, how much troubled could one girl be?