Jill took me out to dinner last year. We talked about our childhoods over sushi. It turns out that I don’t like sushi, but I enjoyed the conversation.
Short answer: we were both immature.
Long answer: we both have big personalities, and we were both jealous of each other. I was jealous that she had, in my opinion, the superior powers. I was stronger, but she was faster, more agile, and had better reflexes. She could outsmart me in fights and make me look stupid. She, it turns out, was jealous of how petted I was by my parents. I have a great relationship with my parents, and my sister before she died. This did not go unnoticed.
There was a lot of posturing and bullying, though I have to admit that I was more likely to be the bully. I did and said some things that I’m truly sorry about, and I hope that Jill doesn’t think back on them with pain. We’re friends now, and I’m happy about it.