• Wednesday, December 17th, 2008
I have four sisters and no brothers. We played with dolls and dress-ups and played “house,” but other than that I don’t remember doing a lot of “girlie” stuff. I particularly enjoyed riding bikes, catching bugs, playing in the barn, building with blocks, and playing with matchbox cars in the dirt. My dad took us fishing, we played basketball together, and we went on camping trips.
Growing up with a brother might have made me tougher. I’ve noticed that boys are a bit rougher and more provoking than girls. Of course one of my sisters (I won’t name any names) did tie me up and gag me once. Though I may have benefited from having a brother, I loved growing up with all of my sisters.
A brother would certainly help me understand boys (and men) better. Fortunately I have Brent to enlighten me. ;-)
• Monday, December 15th, 2008
I have three brothers; I don’t have to imagine what it is like to have a brother. Brothers are great if you’re one of ‘em. My brothers are cool. We used to play Legos, ride our bikes all over the neighborhood and blow stuff up. It was like having your buddies with you all the time.
I have a sister, too. I mostly didn’t get her. I liked her just fine, we just didn’t relate to each other. She liked fuzzy pink stuff, ponies and being pretty. Sometimes I was jealous because she seemed to get the bulk of the attention (she was and is gorgeous). Other times I felt bad for her because she was outnumbered.
I think Kirsten would have benefited greatly from a brother. She would be tougher, no doubt. And she wouldn’t think I’m so weird.
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