My friend asked me about my time with my sisters, and what were the most important/special moments to me. Some reason, I couldn’t help but tell him that... we throw a ball up in the air. And we can’t let it touch the ground. Like, it’s life or death. It’s chaotic and ridiculous and childish but we can do it for hours and I always cry laughing. “Who can I do that with in LA?!” I asked him. If I threw a ball at someone and started racing around my apartment screaming at the top of my lungs, “Don’t let it touch the ground,” I’d get some... Interesting reactions. 😂 It’s nice to act ridiculous for a few days, and then go back into the real world where I have to pretend to be an adult. Sister time vs. the Los Angeles hustle 🥸🥰 📷 @megframpton