100 feet away--it completely wrecks you.

I never loved you. I always didn't like you. Sometimes, I really feel bad for you. Usually you just pissed me off.

I've never met anyone with the need you have to stand so close to things. I got in trouble because I bruised your arm when I pulled you back from the campfire and you screamed as you looked at your burned widdle nose in the mirror. I didn't even feel bad when your lost the tips of three of your fingers when you stuck your hand into the tiger cage. (I didn't even try to stop you that time. Shhhh don't tell Mom.)

I guess I could have just not taken you to the tiger cage.

Everyone worried about you, being so close to everything, having to stand so near that even your eyelashes vibrated.

You're that idiot on the news now. On. The. News.

Do you know what it's like being your sister? It really sucks. Cause you're not even around anymore but you're like the subject of a Spike TV episode of "1001 Ways to Die Like an Idiot" and a Discovery channel show on urban legends.

Stand 100 feet back! That's all the sign said.

But nooooo you had to get really close to that lava. You know lava can spit up at you and turn you into a burned matchstick right?