My twin sister, Michenzie, and I were born a WHOLE month early on December 9, 1996 just four minutes apart (shout out to our mom). We both had a touch of jaundice so we had to lay under a special light 23 hours a day for two weeks. We had to be fed every hour on the hour (another shout out to our parents). Taking care of one newborn can be difficult, I cannot even begin to imagine taking care of two!
Having twins in school is an awfully big adventure. As toddlers, it was said that my sister would always answer for me, she talked for the both of us. Because of this, we were put into different classes. This was obviously the best thing to do because it gave us the opportunity to make "separate" friends and for us (me) to break out of our shells. In middle school, we still had different classes but our names were starting to get mixed, meaning that I became Michenzie/Michenzie's sister and she became Michala. It also didn't help that we were being called by our first names now instead of our middle names. In high school, we started to "share" classes; I know senior year we had at least four together. This was fine because everyone knew who was who and we knew who we were. I would make the joke that "I can't get rid of her, we're together at home and now at school!" That thought changed a little once college was in the near future.
People asked if we would go to the same college or if we would go off to different ones. At first it seemed like we were going to the same college or that we would at least still be at home together. But then she got her acceptance letter to Young Harris and we were not sure on where she was going to decide to go. We told her that it was a great opportunity and that she should consider going. For the first time, the twins would have been more than a few minutes apart. The thought was really weird but not horrifying to think. She ultimately decided that the distance and cost would be too much so,like me, she chose home.
Once we become full-fledged adults and move out into the world, it's going to be a little weird not living in the same house, but I know that we won't be more than a few minutes apart. Life with a twin is different from life with another sibling. You share a lot of things: rooms, clothes, friends, and a type of bond that only twins have.
