The next spring, when I was 15, my sister got married. We didn't fly, and didn't stay in a hotel; she got married in our hometown, Newmarket, Ontario. But I did get to be her Maid of Honour, and that was pretty cool, too.
What do I remember about these weddings? My brother was so nervous he bungled his lines at the rehersal. My sister was so scared Peter's arm was clenched as hard as a log, which she clung to to keep from falling as they navigated the aisle. When it was my turn, I marched stiffly beside my brother Richard, promising myself all the way down the aisle that I could have it annulled the next day.
What a surprise! All three of us are still married to the same people 3 decades later.