MARGARET WAS EEYORE when we were young, seeing the impossible in everything. My older sister, she has grown up to be Kanga, her youthful negativity evolving into a carefulness for all things, as well as an exactness for detail, reminding us not only to take our medicine, but when to do so. Me, I was born a Tigger, and show little chance of ever growing up to be anybody else. I bounce, and when people try to get me to give up my bounce, I bounce away.
Everything I know about the taxonomy of sisters, you see, I learned from Winnie the Pooh.
Popular culture is saturated with other easy archetypes from which to pilfer. For instance, the world of Peanuts is beautifully drawn, both artistically as well as along the lines of how people whack up emotionally. Who doesn’t know a Lucy or a Linus, for that matter? Though for me, the best education on types was also one of my first, puddling along with our dear friend, Pooh. Before Disney got their mitts on him, Pooh and his pals provided some of the clearest examples of personalities I can name. So read it in the original, and see if you don’t find yourself—and your sister—there in the Hundred Acre Wood.