Auntie Joanna and Uncle Taylor.  Those were our names.  Though it’s common in SL to call adults with those titles, it made us feel like family.  It was unexpected how hearing Auntie Joanna yelled from a window or Uncle Taylor from down the hall connected us to these kids.  Even though I doubt we learned half of their names, they all called us as if they knew us.  We were never without hugs and hand holds.  There was always a child desiring your attention or just wanting to be by your side.  Though sometimes a little overwhelming, we miss those kids.  We miss being Auntie and Uncle.  I guess we’ll just have to go back:)