trouble than some kids, but it was never just for the sake of being bad. There were always so many things to see and do and they can say what they want, the kids of a college professor don't have it all that easy. You always have to be extra special good when you have com- pany and you have to always say clever things, and your mother is al- ways taking you to see a psychiatrist because everyone else is having their kids analyzed. Now I don't want to say that I wasn't equally guilty, but it always seemed like Ellen was the one who got us into things; she was always the leader but that was alright with me. Some- times she wanted to do things that I didn't want to do—or didn't want to do the things I did, but after all, she was my twin sister, and well, that was that.

Anyway, we both shared everything—we both had to take piano les- sons, and Ellen always insisted on going fishing with Dad and me- which was alright with me because I don't care for it that much. One time, I remember Dad saying that Ellen should have been the boy and me the girl. I don't know if he was joking or not-but instead of feel- ing mad about it, I felt kinda good. In fact, I thought a lot about it for several days. Ellen must have known it, because one afternoon she said Let's trade! Well, she meant I was to take her place, and she mine, and I thought she was kinda nuts and I told her so, but she had it all figured out. Mother had our haircuts pretty much the same- "Eton style" she called it, and beyond that, there wasn't much differ- ence between us. Mother says we're "fraternal twins" whatever that is, but everyone always says we're identical twins and most of the time, the only way you can tell us apart is when Ellen is wearing a dress.

So, after we went to bed that night, Ellen got up and took off her nightgown and gave it to me, and she took my pajamas and we got into each other's beds. The next morning, Mother woke us up, and since we had to go to the piano teacher's for our lessons, I put on one of Ellen's dresses and off we went. It was real fun, too.

It only lasted two days though. Mother noticed the difference al- though we were real careful and she got very mad and we both got spanked.

And she told Dad and he got mad and would have spanked us again, except she stopped him. She also told the psychiatrist and he asked us a lot of silly questions. We didn't do it again for a while, but then we started in again but only for short whiles when nobody would notice

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