There are so many memories I can’t count them all. I remember when we lived in Dupo in Dickie Apartments on the 2nd floor and Stephen was probably 3 yrs old and he thru his truck on to the concrete below and then decided to jump too. Mom heard him yell his favorite words “Here I go” and he jumped. All he got was a bruised feet. He was always lucky. He used to aggravate me all the time, from pointing about 1” from my face and saying “I’m not touching you” or mom would say go wake your sister. That ended up with him putting a pillow over my head, and yelling at mom, “she’s awake now”. Or when we took the ladder slat at the top of the tree house, Robert would fall, she we were kind of scared for a minute, we thought we killed him. I was so proud of my brother because he was so smart. I will miss him so much.