gallantwarrior
Gold Member
We fought like pitbull dogs, my father even encouraged fighting by arranging matches between various factions of my siblings. Where and when I grew up, it was typical to fight with other kids on the block, usually over turf rights and building materials. My dad had a strict with your shield or on it philosophy. Guess that's what growing up as the offspring of a Marine means. Lots of my fellow Marine Corps brats were raised the same way. Warriors all!
I have 2 brothers; 1 older, 1 younger. My parents got divorced when I was perhaps 8 years old, and my brothers and I all lived with my mother. By the time I was around 12 things had gotten so bad between my older brother and I that I ended up living with my father. I can remember hitting him (my older brother) with a bicycle pump and punching through the glass pane of a door trying to get to him. He was very good at getting under your skin, and liked to do it often. It was something that even adults noticed and occasionally would comment on. Mix that sort of instigation with the bad temper I inherited from my father and you ended up with a terrible combination. Looking back, it must have been worse than I remember, at least in the day to day stuff, for my mother to have been willing to let me leave to live with my father.
Clearly having siblings can be wonderful...but it can be crappy, too.You may not have missed out on anything you wanted to experience by being an only child.
