Dear Mom & Dad… From Braydon

Letter from Braydon Walker

It’s sometimes hard to think back on all the things we did as kids, all the trouble we caused. But that’s only because I forget which was my fault and which was Brendon’s. For the record, most of it was Brendon. I was the good twin and he was a bad influence. (I know you believe that)

There are two big things I remember. The first was the time when Brendon and I decided to have a roman candle fight in the backyard. You remember that, right? When we used metal trashcan lids as our shields and shot the fireworks directly at one another. I think we were thirteen. God, that was fun. It was a wonder we didn’t burn down the barn.

And what about the time when he and I got in a towel fight. It started out we were popping each other. When we grew bored of that, we soaked the bath towels and threw them at each other. In the house. I remember Pop sitting in his recliner, yelling at us. He finally stopped hollering so we kept right on going. Then the minute Mom walked in the door we knew we were in for it. I think there are still water spots on the ceiling from that day.

Yep, I think it’s safe to say that the two of you have earned the parents-of-the-century award for all that you’ve endured over the years. But through it all, you managed not to throttle us. Sometimes, I’m not sure how. Love you guys!