basically raising your little sister

well my mom would be out at her work, my dad'd be out overseas in england, and i was home alone with my ssiter. we'd watch tv shows, like star trek and shit. once she rolled down the stairs, whilst being at home in my aunt jasbir's place and my aunts both gave me a hard time about not being responsible. i was watching tv, and i think i was no more than like, 6 or so, yet i was being asked to be responsible for my ssiter. that was rediculous. she was barely old enough to talk, and i was basically just horrified by their anatomy books, bored as hell in their basement, and engrossing in my first reruns of star trek the next generation. it may have even been running live at that point. otherwise, beyond that, that was my life, as well as maybe playing with the ants in the yard.