Cousin JennyJenny was actually my step-cousin, though I knew better than to comment on it. She was also my elder by two years. I always felt like the elder.
It's funny, in a sad sort of way. I'm the one with chronic psych issues and learning disabilities...and "perfect" Jenny always seemed so immature to me.
She lived with our Gram, who I only saw once or twice a year. Gram didn't understand me. Maybe it's because Jenny was (by that time) the only child Gram really interacted with. She expected me to be like Jenny.
I would rather have eaten glass.
Age means nothing of importance. It is how many times this planet has circled it's star since a person was born. It's a chronological measure. It has nothing to do with maturity or wisdom.
Jenny may have walked this earth longer than me, but I'm still the elder.