When I was a kid, my cousins were like extra siblings. We spent a lot of time together. Our families visited each other very often, and we were close. Close enough to fight and bicker, laugh and torture each other, to know one another well, and feel a special bond as a family. As is, I expect usually the case, time went by and we grew up and got into the social circles of our schools and became more involved locally, there were fewer visits, and so our cousins were less like siblings and more like, well cousins I guess. … Continue reading For My Cousin, Kristina Hinsdale