I'm fourteen again, driving home from the local public high school, wedged in the backseat between backpacks and sports equipment. The driver is my sister. The passenger is her best friend. Outside the car, the trees and driveways of our suburb rush past; my head hurts. Inside the car, my body sinks into the seat, listening to the animated chatter around me. I say little, I let my eyes follow the flush of colors on the other side of my window, I listen a lot, I absorb, I feel myself soften. This is my older sister's backseat, this is where I learn, where I grow up.
My Older Sister's Backseat is dedicated to and created by the 'big siblings' who continue to teach and inspire, take risks and laugh, be vulnerable and bold.