who is really close to their twin???

Answer 1

i was really to my twin but he got killed on a 4 wheeler.when he got killed that taught me to be a lot nicer to people including my sister. whenever you and twin are close you will have good memories with him/her.

Answer 2

I'm an identical twin and we're extremely close, always have been, though now as adults we live thousands of miles apart and in different countries (I live in the states, she lives in Canada). As others have mentioned, I believe there's always an 'evil' twin and a 'good' twin, but not in the truest sense of those words. One is just more outgoing, daring, selfish, brave and perhaps a little callous. While the other one is quiet, caring, generous and somewhat meek. My twin is the so-called 'evil' one. Though she's also the clingier one (the needier one)-- she'll insist on visiting me every chance she gets or phones me whenever she has just a few minutes to chat, while I'm simply happy to see or chat with her whenever time and schedule's permit.

I don't know what I'd do without my twin sister. She's truly my other half-- she knows me better than I know myself and vice versa. We both have wonderful and not-so-wonderful personality traits, but we're as thick and thieves...and we have an unbreakable bond that most singletons just couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Answer 3

I'm an identical twin, and we have a great relationship. We're both in college now, but we're still best friends. Being a twin can be really fun or it can mean a lot of frustrations. I feel blessed to have such an awesome friendship.

Answer 4

I am not a twin, but I have twin sisters and they are closer than ever! They do everything with each other and if one does something then the other one has to do it to!

Answer 5

I am a twin, and my sister and i are kinda close, but not as close as we should be. I don't tell her everything i should but i try to. I really want to get closer though.

Answer 6

My aunt and her sister. They are in their 50's and they have lived across the street from each other for 30 years. Their families do everything together. They dress alike. Not the exact same outfits, but the same style. Their hair is the same, their make up is the same...same jewelry...everything. Their faces look so much alike, after all these years, it's still really hard to tell them apart.

Answer 7

I once knew some twin girls. They were close in a way that would make most people blush, if you know what I'm sayin.

Answer 8

Me, of course! When I was born, I was a conjoined twin attached by my foot. When we were separated, we both survived and grew up to be perfectly normal with no deformities or whatnot. That is, any deformities I knew of. For you see, sometimes when conjoined twins are separated, one of them ends up getting all the evil of the two, hence being an evil twin. This is a very rare phenominan for usually only non-conjoined twins have an evil and a good. But in this case, it was very easy to distinguish my evil twin from me. I first noticed this when we were playing on the playground one day. I was just an innocent, quiet lad, but my twin was very persuasive, if you will. He amassed a great many followers who would inflict pain upon themselves at his orders. It was a cult of sorts, and he was the head warlock. For many years I could clearly see the evil festering inside of him. Things started disappearing in the wake of his sticky fingers, children would start crying mysteriously, witless pedestrians would shreak in horror; yes, wherever there was a malicious deed to be done, he was there to do it in earnest. But one day, when we were both eight years old (he was twenty minutes older), I vowed to myself and all my victimized peers that I would put an end to this autocratic cruelty. With great abandon, I clad my plastic armor and brandished my He-man sword. I approached him on the playground on one of his days of terror. Courageously, I bellowed, "Enough! I have come to challenge you and end your rein of cruelty!" My twin glared at me for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly he growled, "Nebulan seven, get me my foam armour and lightsaber. I have a fly to swat." After he was battle clad and ready, I anticipated the moment, brother clashed against brother, with great anxiety. I can rightly admit that I was terrified, but that didn't matter now. The only thing that mattered was destroying this evil mirror of myself. With the explosion of a tricycle horn, the battle had commenced. He-man sword clanged against lightsaber as we both took many blows to plastic and foam armour. For what seemed like hours, we continued the fray, a huge crowd of spectators amassing around us, staring at the skirmish with excitement and dread. Long story short, the blade of my He-man sword rested upon my twin's neck, his foam armour battered and tossled, and his lightsaber nearly eight metres away. He blubbered at the prospect of his defeat and I let him lay there a few minutes just to enjoy the moment. Afterwards, he ran away in shame, never to be seen again. We may not have been close, but it is a cool and true (with only a wink of exaggeration) story. I hope that answers your question. And it's definitley deserving as a best answer, right?

Answer 9

my boys are close

Answer 10

my friend