Surviving McCoy

"Growing up, my sisters and I played rough, and throughout the years we were known to have several fist fights. A day didn't pass without one of us ending up with a new scratch or bruise, and we certainly had our fair share of stitches. We were always covered in dirt. We played and fought like boys, but we held grudges and sought revenge like girls. Our grandfather Poppy gave us the nickname The McCoy Boys. Looking back, I wish us McCoy Boys would have known what we know now-that life really does pass in the blink of an eye, and throughout your life friends will come and go, but you'll always have your family. Those moments when we all got along and acted like not only friends but sisters who loved and cared for one another were some of the best moments of my life."