Brothers or the funny things you learn from siblings
My brothers and I started out in one of those perfect kid neighborhoods that were within walking distance to our school, with big farm properties surrounding us. We rode our bikes everywhere, had friends in the neighborhood, and aside from expecting us to behave at school and have nice manners at home; we were generally left on our own.
Being the middle child between two brothers had its disadvantages: first I was always the odd man out. Second, we always played what they wanted to play, like whack each other with a stick, or see if you can walk on the ledge of the fence without falling. Third, and I hope my mother reads this, when you supply your son’s with bb guns, rope, and slingshots, you are putting your daughter in harms way. With nothing to defend myself, and with a fairly easygoing temperament, I was often the target…literally. I have been shot with bb’s countless times. And don’t even get me started on brothers and rope.ends. Mid-way through the game the discussion began called “what is your up-to-bat song?”
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