The Annoying Little Sister
As a kid, people always asked me if I wished I would’ve had a sister. Usually, my answer was no, I was fine growing up with three older brothers, I actually enjoyed it. On rare occasions though, I wished I would’ve had a sister. Growing up with three older brothers taught me many important life lessons.
I have three older brothers whose names are Michael, Thomas, and Ryan. Michael, who’s 8 years older than me, Thomas, who is 6 years older than me, and Ryan who is only 3 years older. Each of my brothers are extremely different. With that being said, I looked up to each one of them for different things. Michael, for his athletic achievements, Thomas for his academic achievements, and Ryan for his hard work in everything that he did.
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Growing up, I’m sure I was an easy target to pick on, seeing that they were all older, bigger, and stronger, and also that there were three of them, and one of me. Also, I know it probably got extremely annoying having that little sister who followed you around all the time. That was me; and looking back I realize just how annoying I probably was, but my brothers did handle it pretty well.
In 1st grade, I had a friend over at my house, and we wanted to play in the basement. Thomas and Ryan disagreed, as they wanted the basement all for themselves. Somehow, after we argued for awhile, my brothers decided the best option was just to get rid of us. They each grabbed one of us and tied us up to chairs in the basement. You might think this is just plain mean, but even back then I found this pretty funny.
Another memory that sticks out in my mind happened in fourth grade. It was a school night, and my parents were out to eat. Thomas was downstairs, and I decided to go down and hangout. He didn’t want me down there, and made sure I knew it. But, being the stubborn person that I am, I refused to leave. There was a fly swatter sitting next to him, so he picked it up. He kept on saying “I’ll hit you with it, I’ll hit you with it.” My response to this was to stick my hand out in front of the fly swatter and say “You won’t, you won’t.” Well, he did. Whether it was on purpose or not I’m not really sure. My hand split open and I had to go to the ER to get it glued shut. Thomas felt like it was all his fault, but I realize it was mostly mine. It did leave a pretty cool scar, though.
Even though these stories may seem bad, there were also many good memories. My brothers may have picked on me, but I’m sure this happens in all families. As we have gotten older, we fight less and less. Usually, my family gets along very well. We don’t fight often, and when we do, we get over it pretty easily.
Growing up with three brothers has taught me many life lessons, as I have said. All in all, it has taught me to have a great sense of humor and to have tough skin. My brothers have set great examples for me, and I couldn’t ask for any better ones. Although having a sister would have been nice, I wouldn’t ask for anything else.