Growing up, I was the youngest of three boys, each one of us 3 years apart. We had our share of arguments, fights, and wrestling matches. My middle brother could be pretty mean to me—at times he took advantage of his size and age. I remember fantasizing about the day that I would take revenge! But of course, by the time I was old enough to protect myself better, I lost interest in beating him up.
I wasn’t always innocent either. I knew how to bait him, get him riled up, and then position myself so that he would get in trouble with our parents! All little brothers and sisters can be... Read More