I couldn't even begin to imagine what my life would be like without my two brothers, Taylor and Stephen. Now before they get ahead of themselves, I can't imagine it because by the time I was born, Taylor had already been around for two years, and Stephen followed not long after myself.
With that being said, I wouldn't have it any other way. Here's what it's like growing up with brothers.
1. You're Born With Lifelong Friends
Even though you don't exactly get to choose these friends, but one way or another your bound to them for life so you might as well try to get along. Yes, I know sometimes that's easier said than done. It may not be the case for all brothers out there, but Taylor, Stephen, and I are very close in age, allowing us to be interested in a lot of the same stuff. That obviously helps us bond over certain things, but that's not the only thing that happens due to our close age range.
2. You're Always Competing With One Another
My brothers have always been, and will continue to be my biggest competitors. Whether it was over grades (they won) or good looks, (is that even up for debate?) we constantly try to one-up each other. That's a good thing because not only does it make everything a bit more interesting, but it also forces us to push each other into being better versions of ourselves. Or in their case, a slightly worse version of me.
3. You Learn To Fight
Well my mom probably isn't too happy about this one, but it's actually true. I've been in a million fights with my brothers, most of the time we take it easy on one another, but sometimes tempers flare and fists fly. We're too big to be messing around now, but everything I know about fighting came from wrestling Taylor and Steve back in the day. And they aren't exactly the world's most intimidating guys so let's hope I don't have to test my fighting "skills" against someone that could actually kick my ass.
4. You Never Run Out Of Things To Wear
Now this one may only apply if you and your brother(s) are as close in age as my brothers and I are. If you are, the you know that even if you don't have any of your own clothes to wear, you can always go raid your brother's closet. I know when my shoes got soaked from the rain the other day I went and took a pair from Taylor while he was at work. (Note to self: It's easier to steal their stuff when they're not around) I've worn his shoes for the past three days now, and there's no sign of me stopping. But in my defense, he's got clothes of mine in his room that I've completely forgotten about by now. The guy wears them, washes them, and then wears them again.
Growing up with brothers has proven to be a mostly pleasant experience thus far. Although they both can be huge pains in my ass a lot of the time, I know I wouldn't rather be an only child.
