14 Truths Of Growing Up With Boys
Start writing a post
Relationships

14 Truths Of Growing Up With Boys

Gross. Painful. Hilarious.

164
14 Truths Of Growing Up With Boys
Abigail Smith

As a girl that was raised in between two brothers, I have learned that there are many, MANY differences between girls and boys. I have also learned that there are some ways of life that you only get to experience when living with boys, going to ALL of their events, and doing the things that they do. Here are some truths that come from growing up with brothers:

1. Someone could pull your hair with all of the force of Samson, and you wouldn't feel it.

Pulling my hair was the go-to move of my brothers. So much so that I believe that I have completely lost feeling in my scalp. Yank my hair. Pull it. I don't feel anything.

2. Going shopping usually meant going to Academy Sports and Outdoors or Bass Pro Shops.

Honestly, how many different baseball bats does one boy need? You just bought new cleats, too, so that isn't a reason to go either. I also know for a fact that we have plenty of game cameras and salt licks, so let's skip Bass Pro Shops while we're at it.

3. The windows stayed rolled down for the majority of the time we ever got in a car.

Do boys just poot more than girls? Like is this a thing? It smells so much worse, too.

4. Baseball games.

I never complained about these. Baseball is a nice sport. Concession stands are an added bonus.

5. Football games.

Honestly, the best part about having brothers is having a reason to go to every single football game.

6. Being quizzed on your sports knowledge. Excessively.

"What happens when the receiver shades his eyes to block the sun while he is trying to catch a punt, but he doesn't wave his hands?" It's not a fair catch if anyone has brothers at home that are constantly checking your football knowledge.

7. Football, baseball, NASCAR, or Sonic video games were the only video games we played.

"Hey, anybody wanna play my new bakery game?" It was always a hard no from the boys.

8. Lacking tremendously in dress-up partners.

One time I forced my younger brother to play wedding with me and be my bridesmaid, but apparently it wasn't okay to "force" my younger brother to put on my pageant dress when he was three. To be fair, I was seven, and I was in dire need of a bridesmaid.

9. Riding home with their sweaty, nasty sports equipment in the back of the car after games.

Even worse if my brother hadn't gotten a shower.

10. The game of lava.

I'm not sure if this was just in my house, but we always played the game of lava. We took it incredibly seriously too.

11. Getting terrifyingly good at pinching and scratching.

This was my only defense. I had to become skilled in it.

12. Always, ALWAYS getting blamed for the fight.

My brother would shove me, hit me, and whisper insults; then, I would pull out my pinching techniques. He'd yell, Mom would turn around and think I just pinched him for fun.

15. NEVER being able to get a good photo together.

Boys just can't do it. It is like they are physically incapable of looking at a camera and smiling. It is impossible. Even when looking for a photo for this article, I could not find a single one where we were all looking at the camera smiling.

14. Having some of the funniest, strangest memories.

Living with brothers definitely has its disadvantages, but I can say that boys are undeniably hilarious, and I wouldn't have traded growing up with them for anything.

Report this Content
This article has not been reviewed by Odyssey HQ and solely reflects the ideas and opinions of the creator.
houses under green sky
Photo by Alev Takil on Unsplash

Small towns certainly have their pros and cons. Many people who grow up in small towns find themselves counting the days until they get to escape their roots and plant new ones in bigger, "better" places. And that's fine. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought those same thoughts before too. We all have, but they say it's important to remember where you came from. When I think about where I come from, I can't help having an overwhelming feeling of gratitude for my roots. Being from a small town has taught me so many important lessons that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.

Keep Reading...Show less
​a woman sitting at a table having a coffee
nappy.co

I can't say "thank you" enough to express how grateful I am for you coming into my life. You have made such a huge impact on my life. I would not be the person I am today without you and I know that you will keep inspiring me to become an even better version of myself.

Keep Reading...Show less
Student Life

Waitlisted for a College Class? Here's What to Do!

Dealing with the inevitable realities of college life.

87271
college students waiting in a long line in the hallway
StableDiffusion

Course registration at college can be a big hassle and is almost never talked about. Classes you want to take fill up before you get a chance to register. You might change your mind about a class you want to take and must struggle to find another class to fit in the same time period. You also have to make sure no classes clash by time. Like I said, it's a big hassle.

This semester, I was waitlisted for two classes. Most people in this situation, especially first years, freak out because they don't know what to do. Here is what you should do when this happens.

Keep Reading...Show less
a man and a woman sitting on the beach in front of the sunset

Whether you met your new love interest online, through mutual friends, or another way entirely, you'll definitely want to know what you're getting into. I mean, really, what's the point in entering a relationship with someone if you don't know whether or not you're compatible on a very basic level?

Consider these 21 questions to ask in the talking stage when getting to know that new guy or girl you just started talking to:

Keep Reading...Show less
Lifestyle

Challah vs. Easter Bread: A Delicious Dilemma

Is there really such a difference in Challah bread or Easter Bread?

53467
loaves of challah and easter bread stacked up aside each other, an abundance of food in baskets
StableDiffusion

Ever since I could remember, it was a treat to receive Easter Bread made by my grandmother. We would only have it once a year and the wait was excruciating. Now that my grandmother has gotten older, she has stopped baking a lot of her recipes that require a lot of hand usage--her traditional Italian baking means no machines. So for the past few years, I have missed enjoying my Easter Bread.

Keep Reading...Show less

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Facebook Comments