Wild Card
Within my family, including my cousins and distant relatives, I have always been labeled the "Wild Card" as my parents and cousins have said. Rightfully so as well, comparing me to my sister is almost the same as comparing a spawn of satan to the perfect child (it took me 15 minutes to think of an analogy and I could not come up with a really good one, I apologize). That definitely is an exaggeration, but you get the point. I never really conformed to what anyone else was doing (as cliche as that sounds), and always beat to the sound of my own drum. My entire purpose or life motto for a majority of my adolescent years was to remain as unpredictable as possible (this is not an exaggeration). A story that often gets passed around a lot involves me, my cousin Ken, and a pool that we were not supposed to get in. If I recall correctly, we were celebrating my grandma's (whatever age she was) birthday. I have a pretty big family I think, about 12 cousins of similar a